The breakup and, soon after, mini-drama with an ex and getting rejected by a job I really wanted have me in quite a funk. Last night I was supposed to go a party, but I just couldn't. I can't be social yet. I cried a lot yesterday and it sucked. It's healthy but it still sucked!
So I just read last night, books about Africa - Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight, which I am slogging through, and In the Company of Cheerful Ladies, one of the No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency books.
I know I have made the right choices. I know I will be okay even if I spend New Year's with my mom. Pain remains, though, even in the midst of yoga and and novel-writing and attempts to keep myself busy. My sister says to give myself a few months. It goes against everything I believe about the "right" amount of being social to stay in during weekends like this. Thank goodness my house is so cozy.