So Over It: 36 Hours of Self-Care
Yesterday, Stupid Face broke my heart. Yesterday, I was reminded that I’m human, that things don’t always go my way, but that my tribe of people are amazing.
Being human is hard sometimes, and, being a sort-of perfectionist, I like to think that when rough times hit, I’ll be better at handling it. No Taylor Swift-like emotional tsunamis for this girl! Uhhuh. Right, Cindy. That’s not going to happen this time, so it’s really just better to ride with the wave than to try to ignore its presence, and let me promise you, while it’s not quite the ride I planned, it’s the one that helped. You know what? Being indulgent sometimes is really good for the glued-back-together heart:
It’s inevitable: There will be ugly crying.
And shows that take “guilty pleasure” to a new level of guilt:
And the texting. All day long, fabulous friends do what friends are supposed to do: listen, offer bodily harm, and tell you how much better you are without him.
And somehow, the mystical combination of calories, friends, electronics, and time manage to put things into perspective: