I’ve vented to friends. I’ve talked through it with my therapist. I’ve blogged about it. I’ve sat in silence with it. I’ve even shed a few tears over it.
And the more I turn it around in my head, the more I realize how lucky I am to be away from him and how beautifully I’ve poured into myself and built something so much better in his absence. On paper, he may seem like he is moving ahead and leaving me behind but without doing the work like I have done, his movement forward is only temporary, only a temporary high before it all catches up with him again. I know the work I’m doing will result in lasting progress. My timeline needs to be my own because that is the only way for me to continue to step into the woman I want to be and the life I was meant to have.
So I’m done wasting energy on him. This weekend is about me. I think I’ll start a puzzle, listen to my playlist, find a new book to read or listen to, work on my travel blog, maybe do a little travel planning, and spend some quiet moments savoring a pot of tea. Although first, I need to finish my unpacking, do a little laundry, and clean my apartment so my space feels fresh and comfortable.
I’ve proven over and over again that I can do this. I can learn from and make something beautiful out of even the most challenging moments.
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