A breakthrough

I need to write today. It’s just one of those days when you get up and say, yeah, I need to write. On those days, you know it’s going to be about feelings.

I made a breakthrough last night. I know that’s a pretty strong statement, but I did. More than a year and a half ago my boyfriend and I broke up in a very bad breakup. It wasn’t pretty, and I’m still not sure if I’m entirely over it (yes, sometimes it takes that long), but I’m more than halfway there.

Last night, I went through things from my desk in college. In among the binders, folders and pencils were pictures and notes from that relationship that I had hidden from myself when we had broken up. I managed to look through those pictures, read those notes and feel…fine. I was absolutely fine.

Amazed with myself, I went to the kitchen and made chocolate chip cookies.

I guess the point that I am making here is that I am finally moving on. And I’m proud of myself.

I posted today the beginning of a story I had written about him and I. I never finished the story because every time I started to write, I’d cry, but now, now I think I can finally finish that story.