everything changes.

‘in the end only two things matter: how deeply you loved and how gracefully you let go.’

i’m proud to say on the eve of my thirtieth birthday that i’ve gotten pretty damn good at both.

cuz let’s face it, i’m ‘better than your ex, better than the next’ and no one will do it like me, but you’ll wish someone could…

the heart isn’t a muscle.

if i had a nickel for every time one of my friends told me i was ‘the strong one’ i’d be rockin louboutins like nobody’s business!

but here’s the thing: the heart isn’t a muscle. and where’s the strength in not acknowledging the bruises or breaks that it’s suffered?

i’ll be the first to admit i’ve gotten (surprisingly) good at picking up the pieces and moving on when i need to, but what i’m working on now is allowing myself to be vulnerable. and sad. when it’s appropriate…because real strength lies in honesty and being true to yourself.

NOT in shutting down and walking in the other direction: the only way out is through.

can your ex-ex-boyfriend be your next boyfriend?

‘if it can be broke, then it can be fixed’

discovering feelings you didn’t know still existed after 1.5 years of not seeing someone can come as a complete surprise. but if you know me at all, you already know…i love surprises.

so, to answer my initial question, who knows?! i know my ex-ex-ex-boyfriend could NEVER ever be my next boyfriend, but the one after him was special.

if it’s meant to be, it will.

and it just may be.

…all you need is time.