*yawn*

Another late night... I didn’t play my game tonight, either. I worked on an art project, surfed and tried to figure out what to write for this space tonight.

You know, I’ve had these Post-It notes up around the house since this shit started. I don’t think I need them any more. I’m getting on with my life; I’ve (some how) managed to stay strong and I’ve gotten over him. Today is Day 60. Hard to believe it’s been two months. It feels like it’s gone by too fast; on the other hand, it feels like I’ve been alone for a long time. I really do feel like a different person. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing. I think it is. I’m laughing again, flirting again — things I didn’t think I’d be capable of when he left. My confidence is returning, thanks to the fact I made the right choice in taking this job. I’m optimistic about getting into a relationship; I want to be with someone so I can share what I have to offer. Moving forward seems easier now. Before, I wasn’t sure if I could get through the end of each day. Now that the divorce is final … freedom is quite welcome.

Anyway, time for bed. At least falling asleep has gotten easier. My conscience is clear. The same can’t be said for someone else.