I'm O.K.

Dear Readers,
My apologies for leaving you alone this weekend. As it turns out, I have a life; for the first time in a very long time I was out and about conquering the world.
Thanks.
AE

Now with that out of the way, I can get on with the good stuff.

This weekend, I realized I am fine.
Being out this weekend, with a friend and friends of my friend. It dawned on me... I. Am. Fine.

After dealing with this breakup aftermath, I realized I had a few way to deal with it. I could a) be bitter and resentful b) be depressed and debilitated or c) be me.

I chose option C.
I forced myself to go and be with a friend. A friend, sadly, I inadvertently ignored because I was so absorbed with fixing sh!t with my former boyfriend.
SO, in going out with her, she introduced me to her friends.
Who seemed to really like me. Maybe they didn't, but they laughed at my jokes (not at me for making them) and made me feel at ease with them.
For the first time in a long time I wasn't worried about looking perfect or behaving perfect (I am notorious for spillage and breakage). I was me.

I was the me that I had forgotten to be (so cheesy I know).
And somehow ended up in a group of peers (no one was much more than +/- 2 years of myself) who have an understanding (and an appreciation) for my line of work (slanging tees) and the bizarre-o hours I keep. People who didn't make me feel like a fool for going to college for what I did and then not following with a career right afterward.

And ya know what the biggest kicker of it was, something that I forgot how much I enjoy... These people appreciate cheap beer, pool and darts.

I love cheap beer, but was made fun of for it (with my ex).
I love a smoky bar with pool tables and darts (my ex abhorred it).

I think over the course of a relationship you sacrifice some of the small things that make you, you.

So now, post-breakup, I can see that (again) and I am working on getting back to being me.

The me that I enjoy. The me that others (seem) to enjoy.

And I'm ok with that.

I am fine.

No, I am more than fine... I am... (in the process of regaining) Me.