Tomorrow will mark one month since he left me, and I've decided that tomorrow will also mark the day my life begins anew, the day I will let my tears begin to water seeds that, once nurtured, will blossom into grace, wisdom, empathy, resilience, and opportunity.
Thank You for Leaving Me
Had you not, I
Would never have
Known how to survive
When he did, too.
-Sarah Clinton
I’m Baa-aack!
This is the face of a woman who straight put. in. work. at the gym last night.
No Greater Agony
Maya Angelou once said, "There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you."
Stop. Killing. Us.
"Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them."--Margaret Atwood
Self-confidence Sunday #11
Maybe things don't need to be easy. Maybe I needed him to come into my life, make me happy, make me hope and dream and love and plan...and then leave me, making me feel so out of control that I am desperate to make needed changes to my life. Maybe someday, I will thank him for this.
Sprint-Crawling Along
What I do know is that it will never be a good thing to date someone who is less into me than I am into him, and who will not treasure me, cherish me, love me, respect me, and communicate with me consistently...and feel lucky to have the opportunity to do so.
Woes of Work (or Lack Thereof)
Perhaps it’s the head cold that has me a bit down; maybe it’s the breakup aftermath. Either way, I’m having trouble avoiding a fixation on my job woes today.
I know that breaking into a new field is hard, especially with a master’s degree in a different field (and simultaneous graduate assistantship experience *in* the relevant field, which doesn’t always count because it occurred while I was in school. ugh). Despite that, I’m pretty irritated about how the process has gone so far. Especially when the interviews go so well, even to the point of my receiving detailed employee benefits information (costs and everything, I mean)…only to receive an email a couple days later that they are “moving forward” with other candidates–except that it looks like it just went to a guy already in the company. Internal politics, I suppose.
You Are
You are
Every trapped story,
Each unwritten line,
Poem unpublished,
Song unsung.
You are
Love unrequited–
Mine, of course.
You are my muse,
And yet somehow,
A stumbling block too.
-Sarah Clinton
People are Allowed to Leave You
I saw this last night and found it very interesting. It tugs at my heart a bit, especially given the recent break-up (though we did talk again for almost two hours the other night, so I’m doing pretty well, all things considered), but overall I found it to ring true. I can’t quite put my finger on why, but it prompted an odd feeling of unrest in me despite the fact that I think it provides a fair assessment. As one of my grad school professors used to say, “People are just trying to get their needs met.”