Three Five Eight

Isn’t it so bizarre and beautiful how we can experience different emotions simultaneously? Last night it was my birthday BYO and also at the same time, O and I were not in a good place in our relationship. But somehow, even though I spent most of the afternoon crying, I was still able to go to the BYO AND have a really great time despite O also being there. Sad about our relationship, and really deeply happy about spending time with great friends.

Three Five Three

Three hundred and fifty three posts. I’m so close to the end and to coming full circle. It feels strange thinking about where this all started and it doesn’t feel like it’s been long enough to have arrived where I am now. Weird, time is a weird thing.