It occurred to me that my first two posts were somewhat bleak, to say the least. In my introduction, I said I would share the spectrum of my thoughts in my new life, not just the pain. Hence a bonus post today.
After my experience in Paris, I walked around Reykjavik for a day in a half, in a daze, partly due to my circadian clock being out of kilter, but more so due to feeling pretty shitty about myself.
As I walked I seriously considered quitting the group therapy I participate in, as well as my individual therapy. I was feeling pretty low, to say the least.
On the day I arrive back in DC, I began my usual morning routine and sat down at Starbucks for a cup of coffee and routinely, a pleasant conversation with a Starbucks friend who I’ve come to appreciate over the three plus months since moving to the neighborhood.
We discussed my trip and I explained how tough it had been and then magically, I found myself talking about my goals… focus on my writing, get a full-time job, get in good enough shape to bike ride in Provence next summer.
After coffee, I came back to my apartment and started this blog.
In short, I didn’t go into a spiral. I accepted the pain I was feeling but did not let that pain dominate me.