My dad’s motto is “That’s life,” and it’s something I’ve tried hard to remember. Things are always changing, the current never stops flowing. Don’t hold onto the shore–embrace the idea that this is what we call life.
It’s been 45 days since I broke up with my boyfriend of three and a half years, and I’m watching as my life slides into an uncontrolled spiral filled with heartbreak and confusion and getting completely re-lost in a life I thought I’d already found.
And this is exactly what I wanted.
It’s 1:55 A.M. Saturday morning. Or I guess, for most people, Friday night. I’ve eaten three and a half pieces of pepperoni-jalapeno pizza, drank three Belgium White Blue Moons and watched two movies: Anchorman and 500 Days of Summer.
