It truly is amazing to have summer and be in love.
I've got summer. And work to do on my book that I can't seem to get motivated to do. I thought I had love, got a hold of myself and stopped talking to him for three weeks. Of course that's when he wants back in my life. And not asking nicely back, demanding, and telling me how horrible I was and how right our breakup was, demanding back.
Then there is the new crush that I thought I had...Well it turns out that crush was less than. Patience. Is. A. Virtue. I will not turn into one of "those" women. Will I?
No. I will not turn into one of "those" people who doesn't believe in fate and love and purpose and light and cream cheese and kittens and joy. I will just believe that those things don't come to me right now.
That is okay (grits teeth).
In the meantime, it is the weekend, and if I want to spend it stomping around my nice apartment and being generally ungrateful for the fact that I have no plans and no good attitude allowed?
Maybe I can go watch Reality Bites and eat some crackers after coming home from work instead of going out.
Also, note to self: stop skipping yoga. Lots of yoga last week = happy mood. No exercise at all this week = terrible mood. Coincidence? I think not.