I got that summertime, summertime sadness
At this moment, I feel it is important take stock of where I am in life.
One month from now, I will turn 30.
I am excited about this milestone, rather than sad, because I believe that women in their 30s are in their prime. They are on fire. They seem to have it together, they are comfortable in their skin, and because of all of this, they are smoking hot.
It comes at a good time too, turning 30 and being entering my magical years, as I am now single.
Speaking of which, I got dumped a few weeks ago, around Valentine's Day, by the person I thought I'd grow old with.
I've been trying to keep my chin up, keep busy, and keep looking forward to meeting new people, learning knew things, and doing all the things that I comprised away for that relationship.
I've chopped off some--key word "some"--of my hair and gotten some new, different threads. I feel cooler than I've ever been in my whole life.
I am exercising somewhat regularly and plan to step it up, so that by summertime, I'm a total babe.
I am saying yes to most things, have already picked up two girls, started meeting random people online in a non-dating context.
I am sad from time to time, but I am looking out for myself. I feel strong. I am trying to avoid the post-breakup mistakes I have made in the past, or rather, the poor decisions that where I did not make my personal needs a priority.
I have been listening to a lot of Adele, Lana del Ray and Amy Winehouse, but I know that when the weather starts getting warmer and the snow melts and the sun shines, they will slowly be tuned out to the beat of new music, new memories with good friends (new and old) and a happier, healthier me.
One month from now, I will turn 30.
I am excited about this milestone, rather than sad, because I believe that women in their 30s are in their prime. They are on fire. They seem to have it together, they are comfortable in their skin, and because of all of this, they are smoking hot.
It comes at a good time too, turning 30 and being entering my magical years, as I am now single.
Speaking of which, I got dumped a few weeks ago, around Valentine's Day, by the person I thought I'd grow old with.
I've been trying to keep my chin up, keep busy, and keep looking forward to meeting new people, learning knew things, and doing all the things that I comprised away for that relationship.
I've chopped off some--key word "some"--of my hair and gotten some new, different threads. I feel cooler than I've ever been in my whole life.
I am exercising somewhat regularly and plan to step it up, so that by summertime, I'm a total babe.
I am saying yes to most things, have already picked up two girls, started meeting random people online in a non-dating context.
I am sad from time to time, but I am looking out for myself. I feel strong. I am trying to avoid the post-breakup mistakes I have made in the past, or rather, the poor decisions that where I did not make my personal needs a priority.
I have been listening to a lot of Adele, Lana del Ray and Amy Winehouse, but I know that when the weather starts getting warmer and the snow melts and the sun shines, they will slowly be tuned out to the beat of new music, new memories with good friends (new and old) and a happier, healthier me.