Stopped Counting

I just realized today that I had stopped counting the days, weeks, months since the break up. I mean, I could tell you right now that it has been three months and one day. But I actually had to stop and think. And that makes me feel like I am doing better.

I started feeling this way about a week or so ago, when I stopped obsessing every time I went by the exit from the highway that I would lead to his place. Each day when I left work, I would start thinking about the breakup, and I figured out that I did it just as I passed that exit. But, suddenly (or maybe not so suddenly; maybe more subtly) I stopped. I started being more involved in my own life and less involved in what I supposed was his.

I am much happier and accepting of what has happened. In fact, I would say I am past the "why did this happen to me" phase and am getting into the "Whew! Dodged that bullet!" phase. The realization that fate or whatever did a tricky maneuver and yanked me out of what could have been one of the biggest mistakes of my life is finally beginning to hit. I have turned the corner and feel that I am now heading in the right direction!