Thanks for being so supportive in my last blog post. I never thought I'd be able to find so much love from this blog--both from friends and total strangers (who now feel like best friends). You're all really valuable to me, and I hope you know that!
I haven't "spoken" to my mom yet, but I do feel stronger, so I know she is looking out for me. Last night I gave myself a well-earned break from the grieving process. I left work at 6PM on the dot (that's considered early in the magazine world!), took a class called "Boot Camp" at my gym (please never ask me to do lunges ever again), and cooked a new recipe (Lentil & Sausage Soup, totally to die for). In between, I jumped and danced around my apartment. After feeling sad for a few days, feeling happy felt AMAZING! Do you know that feeling?
Tonight I'm giving myself another break and heading to a bar that has Trivia Night Tuesdays. I better go study cnn.com so I know some answers and don't seem like a total dunce!
A therapist once told me that grief comes in waves. Boy was she right. The good news is that waves roll in and they roll out. Luckily, this wave has sailed for now, and I'm more than happy to be back on shore with my feet planted in the sand. It's scary during high tide, but no matter what the issue -- grief, stress, a broken heart -- you'll make it through, too.
What do you do to give yourself a break? I won't judge you if your answer is chick flicks.