A first, but not a first

I'm going through my first official break-up. Although, it's not my first heartbreak. It's interesting how that works.

And what I am realizing is that life doesn't get easier as one gets older, but the awareness that there is no use to feel sad or cry more than needed, that awareness... that awareness is powerful. Knowing that life is going to get better and this is just temporary and that life doesn't give us much time so we better not waste it.

I joked with a friend, that I'm moving through the grief stages really fast (it's only been three days or so, we broke up on June 29th, although it was coming all along). Sadness, madness, shopping (that's a stage, that's totally a stage). But mostly I'm focused on being awesome. Like Barney Stinson, but not like Barney, of course.

Let's see where this takes me.