A year ago to the day, the boyfriend and I were breaking up. There was crying and sadness, then a weight lifted before anger, frustration, and depression set in. At least on my end. I had no idea who I was or what in the world I was going to do. I knew nothing but disappointment. Disappointment in myself and the situation. Not just the boyfriend, but also with college and my very unwanted gap year. Little did I know how necessary it was then.
And now, it has been an entire year since the break up, and I'm just about to go to his little sister's graduation party. I have been on the fence about going since I was invited about six weeks ago. Since he is off doing his training for the navy far, far from home, I highly doubt he will be there. Still, I know that I will be answering questions asked by his various family members about my plans all while feeling very awkward and staring at my shoes (black flats, if you're interested).
But, nonetheless, I will go. Mostly because I was invited by his sister, and his family has never been anything but kind. Also, I should go because I will be uncomfortable. Let's face it. I am such an anxious person. I am in a bubble, and my bubble home has become placid. Safe it will always be, but that is not how I believe I am supposed to live. That is not how God wants me to live.
It's time to start anew. Be a better version of myself. I am not the girl I was last year. This is the time to step out of the bubble, be a little uncomfortable (it won't last forever), and let the past go.
A lot happens in a year. Let's see what happens these next 12 months.
HW<3
