Change

Break-ups stink.  It doesn't matter who wanted it.  They just do.  Break-ups used to be bad for me. Really bad.  I'm talking, nights-in-the-emergency-room-listening-to-Tracy-Chapman-on-repeat-anti-depressants-bad.  Luckily, I'm past the self-wallowing stage in my life.  I don't want to go there with this break-up.  I've made a conscious effort to not go there.  It hasn't always worked, but I'm proud of where I'm at.

Having said that, in an effort to maintain a sense of normalcy and happiness in my life, I'm focusing on things that make me happy.  The funny thing is, really small things make me happy, which is something I've always prided myself on (contrary to what past exes may say), and this little blog will be proof of that.

Perhaps focusing on all this happy around me will create happy inside me.  Very Buddhist of me, right?

Here goes nothin'...