For nearly nine weeks now I have woken up every morning and been hit with the pain. And the memories. Him. Him. Him. I hit ‘snooze’, try to focus on me me me, and think of reasons to be happy. Some mornings the inspiration has been somewhat lacking. In fact, many times the only thing I have been able to tell myself is, “You have really nice hair.”
This morning there were a few more glimmers of emotional sunshine than usual.
In fact, check this out:
1. Tomorrow night I am having dinner with some of my favourite ex colleagues (who are also lovely friends).
2. Some of my blogger buddies told me I should write a book. Awww. I love to write. I would love to write a book. My little broken heart soars.
3. I go on holiday in just under six weeks.
4. Rightly or wrongly (or just plain messed-uply), I am really enjoying Wedding Boy’s messages.
5. I think that, if I can get my act together, my new job is going to turn out to be great. There are interesting accounts. The people are all super nice. I just need to get my confidence back.
Count them! One, two, three, four, five reasons to be happy. Not bad at all.
Oh, and I have really nice hair.
Pizza of Doom 
I’m loving the positivity, girl! It’s refreshing. Baby steps <33
Me too, loving your positive attitude. Keep counting ’em off! Wedding Boy could very well just be a pleasant distraction for now, but there’s no harm in that so long as you’re both adults right? The dinner out sounds like it should be fun, too – enjoy! x
Aw glad could play a small part in making you smile a little! You sound like you’re making progress, soon they’re going to outweigh the reasons to be disappointed xxx
Thank you, buddies. It’s two months today since the pizza of doom. I’ve got to be through the worst of it. I can honestly say, all of your support has kept me going. Huge hugs x
Makes me smile to know a fellow brokenheart is slowly making it! Cheeers to us ❤