In the two and a half months since my breakup, I have:

• cut my hair off
• lost twenty pounds
• detoxed from all sugar and grains
• given up my (formerly) beloved diet Pepsi completely
• signed up for a 5K
• started to make peace with the fact that I have clinical depression.  For real.
• read a dozen new books
• binge watched American Horror Story, The Office, The Walking Dead, Bates Motel
• cried at work in front of my sweet boss
• started attending a grief support group for survivors of suicide loss
• wondered if anyone would ever love me again
• hit OKCupid again
• had a date with someone new
• told a date that we just didn’t click
• switched to decaf, from regular coffee
• sang karaoke
• reached out to friends for emotional support
• missed Special Man Friend more often than I wish
• tried my hand at painting
• cried while my mother held my hand
• started feeling every single emotion that has been buried for several years
• begged the universe to return me to my formerly numb state
• thanked the universe for allowing me to feel again
• and a hundred other things