Detachment and the end of limbo, sort of...

[Phoebe]

The state of H's next relationship really has nothing at all to do with me, nor does it change my life now that it may or may not be over. I'm still working on learning how to navigate this new world that I was thrust into.

I had a whole lot of fun today out with Mom and Aunt, and I did some very rare (for me) retail therapy. I bought two pair of shoes, and a pair of emerald earrings to replace the one that my chicken plucked off my ear last year and ingested. I had asked for a new set for Christmas, but that didn't really turn out as planned. Anyway, my life is strange and often funny. The earring-eating chicken is a good story, at the very least.

So, it's been a really good day thus far, and now I'm off to help L-friend do some moving and then go biking, and dinner, so I expect the rest of the day will be good, too.

A friend commented that I am starting to laugh a lot more when I talk to her now, so there's another sign that I'm starting to get back to myself. And I've now gone a whopping 9 days without tears. Ding! Ding! Ding! That is a new record, and I haven't even felt sad once in that time frame.

Progress, methinks.