I have officially been single for one week. And honestly, it was amazing. I feel like I’m living my life for the first time, because now it’s strictly on my own terms. I can do what I want, when I want and how I want. I can choose to not leave the house all day and lay on the couch. Or only eat ice cream. Because I can and no one can tell me I can’t.
Well, with this attitude of ‘the world is my oyster’, I did some big things.
I got drunk with my girlfriends on a Wednesday night. A Wednesday. I would never do this but it was SO fun. They basically said “welcome back to the world, we thought you died”. Needless to say, I didn’t give them nearly enough attention over the last 2 1/2 years. 😔 and a lot of that has to do with losing myself and feeling like I lost control of my life. Nothing Andrew did ever really took that away, but in retrospect, every time i gave when he took, he took a little with him. I was so willing to give without even considering what I was losing, and apparently it was way more than I realized.
Friday night I went into DC for a friends birthday. Do you know how hard it is to find a ride home when you live 30-40 minutes from the city?! I have literally never had to deal with this problem before, because I’ve had a boyfriend. Well my plan involved a car, metro and cab. Thankfully it didn’t happen that way. But having to think about it is way more work than I realized.
While out with friends, I shamelessly flirted with anyone I could, and had an absolute blast!! I paid for one round of drinks for myself and the birthday girl and everything else was somehow “taken care of”. It was phenomenal.
Saturday, I cleaned my room of all ex boyfriend things and donated to goodwill. I got my nose pierced and went back to yoga (finally! I haven’t been in a studio since christmas!) also, I went to bed at 9:30 on a Saturday night.
Sunday I treated myself to a spa day. A massage, facial, manicure and pedicure. All to myself. A nice shopping trip to the Loft and Target, and lastly, I made it back to church.
Seriously, the most incredible weekend. Most of which was spent by myself, or with Bentley. Without anyone else around. And I didn’t mind being alone.