*tweet redacted* and a hopeful confession

It’s almost been a month and a half since I’ve spoken to or contacted my ex. One of the things I’ve been struggling with is how unfair it is that he moves on so quickly, and for me healing has only just started to begin. But last night the woman he’s been seeing deleted all of her photos of him from her social media and wrote a SCATHING letter about him having to “lie in the bed he made” and let me just tell you, it was exactly the tonic I needed. A reminder that yes he gets to move on, unchanged, which has it’s own consequences too. He can’t run away from his decisions or the way he treats people. It follows him.

It was so validating to see my own struggles with this person articulated so pointedly. A little nod from the universe to fortify my resolve and remind me that karma will do it’s thing.

I deleted the silly tweet because it was petty and my ex (and his now-ex) might see it. But I wanted to keep it here as a reminder.

Today feels good, the sun is shining and I’m taking it slow. The rest of this week is going to be a whirlwind of travel and intense work days, but guess what?

I asked a cute girl out.

I did.

I’ve been crushing on her for a while but thanks to the slumber party we’ve been getting to know each other a little better. And she’s just fascinating, and beautiful, and mindful. And her curls, holy angels of mercy, her curls.

And I’ve been thinking of her.

So I sent her a message saying so. And she said she’d just had a fortune cookie tell her someone was thinking of her. So it came true!

She’s local, and we both happen to have the same day off each week, so I asked her out. And she said yes, and said some other adorably swoony things. And now we have a plan.

I don’t know ANYTHING about her situation, or what she’s looking for, but I just kind of pushed myself to stop wallowing and let myself crush a little. And let myself have hope. Even though that’s terrifying after so many let downs. But I’m doing it. I’m hoping. And I’m not stifling the smirk that dances across my face when she texts me.

Next week we’re gonna go for a walk in the park, and see the cherry blossoms. And we’ll see.