Learn and move on

I'm glad that the transition from other halves to best pals has been almost effortless. Had a nice long chat on the phone yesterday, full of laughs and reassurances and discoveries.

I still can't remember what Meryl Streep said, but it's something to the effect of 'learn and move on'.

We both have definitely learnt from each other.

And I'm glad he seems to be moving on, and meeting lads with whom there's the elusive spark.

For me, I think I'm gonna be a piece of damp wood for a while. Sparkless. Single, but unavailable really for another relationship. I'm too raw, too tired, too retrospective, too moody and too nostalgic at the moment.

Don't worry. I don't feel rejected, or spurned for a better model.

I don't feel needy or unwanted either. So it's highly unlikely that I'll have a terrible rebound.

I just feel a bit rootless. As though I have lost an anchor. A kite with a broken string.

A bit unbalanced. As though I'm a swing that has lost a half of myself.

Already, I can sense myself changing.

My taste in art and clothes will probably change, maybe a bit darker.

Not a bad thing really. I might need to be older.

Move on. That I will do.

But not necessarily in a bbr sense.

I will move on back onto forming interests. Consider volunteering. SPCA? Stamps? :p

I'm going to let go, for I must. Only then can I also grasp at something else.

I'm not going to mourn, but to celebrate.

P.S. Instead of a melancholic CD, as Lyraine suggested, I think I will hunt for chirpy ones.