My first serious relationship has run its course and it left no party unscathed. Well, it left me scathed–I guess I shouldn’t speak for my former other half.
Anyway, it was an experience, and I’m glad it happened. But I learned that no matter what side of a break-up you’re on, it doesn’t make ya feel good.
I don’t need to tell you what happened, and I don’t want to go into the dirty details, but I swear it was very much an “It’s me not you” situation–it actually was. I know this for sure because I was the me, and he was the you, and there’s nothing wrong with him.
And maybe there isn’t anything wrong with me either, but I know I still have a lot of work to do on myself. I continue to be a work-in-progress. I’m not seeking absolute perfection, but I know I need more balance in my life, and better time management skills (or just more hours in the day). I know I need to work on being vulnerable and living my truth and being myself instead of trying so hard to be the person I think others want me to be.
What I’m saying is this–I need to be a better version of me. Maybe the best version of me that I can be. I’m not really sure how to do that just yet. But I know my life is in serious flux right now–a new city, a new school, a new journey–and, as selfish as it sounds, the only person I can afford to focus on is me, myself, and I.