My current uniform is a comfy pair of black workout pants and one of D's tees. But in a my mind, this is what I'm wearing: skinny jeans, white tank, jacket, heels and all. Once I can see the end of this - this necklace is my first buy.
Oh, and how amazing is Ms. Hutton?! I DIE...
Snag this pretty one for yourself, or feel free to gift it to me (hi D!!)
I know that I am not the only one this has happened too, I know that I will not be the last. But it is still happening, it still hurts, I'm still shocked and scared and sick to my stomach. Everyone says that this will end up being a good thing and I do believe them - but not today. Today sucks. Today it sucks.
Tomorrow, or maybe Monday it will be an adventure.
Monday I will write here more, bake/eat and reconnect with friends with myself, remember what it feels like to have choices, send around my resume - hope that my site is up and running and that I can feel again, maybe enjoy the freedom, perhaps even sleep in or run.
But that's Monday. Today is Friday - let's hope this weekend goes by fast...
"When you love someone, you do not love them all the time in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet, this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of time and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible in life, as in love, is in growth, in fluidity in freedom. The only real security is not owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was, nor forward to what it might be, but living in the present and accepting it as it is now. For relationships, too, must be like islands. One must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits islands surrounded and interrupted by the sea, continuously visited and abandoned by the tides. Once must accept the serenity of the winged life, ebb and flow, of intermittency."