So, I did a little retail therapy on Saturday. Clearance. It pays to have size 11 feet sometimes. I wore them to the Symphony with my new fur (fake, what do you take me for?) vest and skinny jeans. I was sexy. I didn't take a picture.
Last week was hard, Internet. Hard. Just get through it hard. And I'm still not sure I've recovered. I thought maybe I should go back to Carolyn. (And that thought remains. There is no shame in asking for help.) I thought maybe I should just hole up and wait for it to pass. I thought maybe that drinking might help. I did. I really did. Many, many tearful phone calls. Many sleepless nights. Many days spent sick to my stomach, wondering if the stress might make me lose weight. (Sick, right?) But I woke up this morning and thought, "The Universe will take care of it." Novel thought, huh? The thought that's gotten me through so much. So, so much. And I forgot it in the moment that I needed it the most.
I forget. I forget sometimes how The Universe has taken care of me over the years. How blessed I am that I'm still here. And these so-called problems? Are no problem at all, frankly. They momentarily took hold and wanted to destroy me. But they didn't win. The battle is not over, by any means. But The Universe reminded me this morning, of who I am. And who I am supposed to be. And that means letting go of things I can't control.
In other news, it's Spring. Officially Spring. That means something good is coming, right? Of course right.