at the end of a meeting today, i mentioned that i should “get home for the dogs” (which basically means, “i’ve been away from home for too long”). the female coworker with whom i was meeting asked how my “newly single” situation was (i’d mentioned something in a chat about my perforated work schedule) and we talked for a little while.
right before i stood up, i said, “well, i got through the story without crying, so i must be doing better!” it was surprising how much she understood without me really saying a whole lot.
i had said that i was journaling my feelings and mood and noticed a marked difference in the last two days. it may be the time change, and it may be the moon. it may also be that last week, i stopped carrying a couple of coins from when matt and i first got together. they’re icons from the beginning of a story that we both stopped telling and i feel like maybe they’re just a sad reminder of a pair of people from a different time and a different place…
and, now i’m crying, so, i guess i’m not over anything yet.