I'll never forget you/I'll hold on to the memories baby
Well, in the past two days I've lost my job and my relationship. Whew. That's a lot, even for my grand record of alot-ness. I guess it comes down to the undeniable fact that, if you try to do everything at once, you'll only succeed in doing nothing. You'd think I would learn after 20 years that there are other ways in life to learn a lesson without taking the hard road. I suppose that'll happen when I'm ready to grow up and start acting like it. Talk about a healthy dose of reality to force a little humility into a body.
I don't particularly want to talk about work. I've relayed the story so many times I'm turning blue in the face. Long story short, I don't have the time, energy or inclination to work for Sodexho now or any time in the future.
As far as Austin and I... this didn't come as any surprise to me, or him really. I think both of us have been putting off the inevitable for awhile now. We fully acknowledge that we have great love and respect for each other, we simply live two completely different lives on two completely different schedules that, at this point in our lives, just can't mesh. For both our mental and emotional well-being, we decided friendship is the best route--Which is a HUGE step for me. I've NEVER stayed friends with my exes. Unless you count Sam, who definitely doesn't talk to me anymore, so... I guess that's a poor example. Besides, we dated in 8th grade. Oh, how long ago that was... The point being, I've ever ended a relationship so amicably that friendship was a viable possibility when the dust had settled. Funnily, he was afraid I'd get mad at him, and I was afraid he'd blame my complete lack of free time, so... ironic. I applaud him in his bravery at being the first to seriously bring it up. It was absolutely mutual, the happily-ever-after of good break ups, really, which is such a blessing. The very, very last thing I needed was an emotional blowout resulting in depression, anxiety and anger. I feel very at peace with things, tinged with an unavoidable sadness that we couldn't make things work. However, I'm very confident that we'll remain friends, and I'm definitely still planning on taking 10 days off in June to be there for him during his surgery. I'm honored he'd still allow me to be the one to share such an important event in his life, despite the fact we're not together anymore. I guess now I really have no valid excuses as to why I shouldn't be able to finish the school year with a bang. No work. No significant other. I'm just me. Feeling emotionally stripped and horribly vulnerable. Now, if I'm down, I'm the only one I can blame. Talk about downsizing. I take it in stride, though, and trust in God's plan.
I don't particularly want to talk about work. I've relayed the story so many times I'm turning blue in the face. Long story short, I don't have the time, energy or inclination to work for Sodexho now or any time in the future.
As far as Austin and I... this didn't come as any surprise to me, or him really. I think both of us have been putting off the inevitable for awhile now. We fully acknowledge that we have great love and respect for each other, we simply live two completely different lives on two completely different schedules that, at this point in our lives, just can't mesh. For both our mental and emotional well-being, we decided friendship is the best route--Which is a HUGE step for me. I've NEVER stayed friends with my exes. Unless you count Sam, who definitely doesn't talk to me anymore, so... I guess that's a poor example. Besides, we dated in 8th grade. Oh, how long ago that was... The point being, I've ever ended a relationship so amicably that friendship was a viable possibility when the dust had settled. Funnily, he was afraid I'd get mad at him, and I was afraid he'd blame my complete lack of free time, so... ironic. I applaud him in his bravery at being the first to seriously bring it up. It was absolutely mutual, the happily-ever-after of good break ups, really, which is such a blessing. The very, very last thing I needed was an emotional blowout resulting in depression, anxiety and anger. I feel very at peace with things, tinged with an unavoidable sadness that we couldn't make things work. However, I'm very confident that we'll remain friends, and I'm definitely still planning on taking 10 days off in June to be there for him during his surgery. I'm honored he'd still allow me to be the one to share such an important event in his life, despite the fact we're not together anymore. I guess now I really have no valid excuses as to why I shouldn't be able to finish the school year with a bang. No work. No significant other. I'm just me. Feeling emotionally stripped and horribly vulnerable. Now, if I'm down, I'm the only one I can blame. Talk about downsizing. I take it in stride, though, and trust in God's plan.