Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Handling your Breakup, Day 6

Try to convince yourself that life is learning, and you didn't just throw six years down the drain.

Seethe. He always had suggestions on how you could be a better person, but never tried to make himself a better person for you.

Here is today's preferred playlist: "Pieces," "Dissolved Girl," "The World has turned and left Me Here," "Respect," and "What it feels like for a Girl." Do not deviate from the playlist. Listen until the message is shoved into your thick skull. Or until your ears bleed. Whichever comes first.

Read words written by wiser people who have been through this, and know what you've done is right. One of these people was you. Read a note you wrote a few months ago and tucked away for "just in case":

It is very important for you to remember that you will be fine. You know that everything is the way it is, and you're not so bad with that. You know you will be successful if you believe in yourself, and you do. He just wanted to take your power away, and bring out his own inconsistencies in you. What's done is done, but now you know better. You will make it, and you will make it on your own. You will have what you want and you will experience life, because you are taking life by the horns. Everything, everything will be okay. Everything. Don't forget that. You'll be just fine.

Cry a little. It's a good cry, not a sucky one.

Come to terms with the fact that things are the way they are.

Go out and buy yourself a touch of fabulous. A Swarovski necklace with a starfish pendant. Know that there are many ups and downs left, but inside of you there is always a bit of star.

Back at home, play "I will Survive."

4 comments:

Hope said...

I LOVE you wrote that note. What a wonderful thing to do for yourself. You are so awesome. You are inspiring you know that??

g string addict said...

I second that!

Lance Morrison said...

Third.

With Love, Fat Girl said...

Thanks kids, but I don't' feel like an inspiration or greatness or anything at all. I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a large crowd with pie on my face. Wearing only my underwear. With little race cars on them.