Journaling: It's a beautiful 70 degree day here in DC. For lunch a co-worker and I picked up amazing ethiopian food from one of DC's ubiquitous food trucks and went up on the roof of our building to eat. From there you can see the capitol, the air force memorial, and national airport.

Sitting in the sunshine, I started to feel a kind of sinking depression. I started thinking of all the bright, sunny days we will now have, all the cafes to sit in and have appetizers and drinks, all the glasses of tea and wine to have out on our balcony. And it depressed me to think that I would usually do those things with my H and now it's uncertain whether I ever will.

So, I let myself feel that way for a bit and then started repeating to myself that I am healthy and employed. I have a roof over my head, good food to eat, a beloved pet, lots of good friends, supportive family, intelligence, humor, vibrance, energy, and resilence. I resolved to keep making my goals, to go home tonight and open up my balcony and sit out there with a glass of malbec and my cat and take in the evening air. That is my mantra for the day.

Mimi


M:37; H:37; M:10 years;T:13 years;no kids.
Bomb ("I love you, but don't feel things for you I should":1/08/12
Separated (H living with various friends:1/18/12
Separated (H rented his own apartment:3/4/12