I deleted all the cute text messages that I’d saved over the last six months.
I deleted the pictures from him on my phone.
I tucked all his emails away into a folder out of sight. (What can I say? I’m a saver and our emailing days were some of my favorite. I can’t part with those.)
I had lunch in the park with Frit, where I was allowed to say any irrational thing I thought or felt without any judgment or advice being given back. It was sunny. We ate cherries.
I consumed an entire bag of BBQ potato chips while watching 500 Days of Summer, as well as a Krispy Kreme doughnut and an Arby’s Jamocha shake later that night. (Thank you Frit for knowing exactly which comfort foods I always need and for bringing them to me exactly when I need them.)
I washed the sheets and remade the bed in the spare room.
I showered and put some make-up on.
I made a list of all the things I really liked about him so that I can make sure to look for them in the next “someone.”
I made a list of all the things that were absent between us so that I can make sure they exist in the next “something.”
I made a list of all the things I learned from him and this experience.
I outlined a plan for some things I need to improve on.
I prayed for him, that he’ll be happy and successful.
I took some deep breaths. Because sometimes I forget to breathe.
I’m mustering the courage to take some risks in the near future.
I’m stepping out.
And I’m moving forward.
Here we go!
p.s. moving forward is a lot easier and way more fun if you’re wearing a pair of yellow peep-toe wedge heels with ruffles.