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Even though it’s a Monday and I’ve been binge watching Chopped (thank you Netflix), I’ve had a fantastic day.
I hit the gym before lunch.
I got my puppy some meds and scheduled for vaccine boosters.
I did my make up and felt like a pretty girl for the first time in a while.
Plans to hit Pinnacle Mountain are in the works.
I get to see some awesome girls later this week.
I only work 2 days this week, so I’m just super happy right now.
I woke up early this morning.
I didn’t have to work for the first time in 6 days.
I made a real breakfast (spinach omelet, veggie sausage, smoothie).
I went to church.
That’s right. I went to a new church for the first time since I moved here. I’m a little disappointed in myself for not having done this last year when I had more time and no school to worry about. But better late than never. It’s not easy for me to do things alone. I’m very anti-social by nature and prefer to be a home-body on my days off work. But, today was different. I did some Google-ing last night and found a few Baptist churches near me. And this morning, I chose one and drove to it. I was a little late thanks to missing my turn, but no matter: this church didn’t do that whole “say hi to your neighbor” thing. Thank God. Sadly, I have to work the next 3 weekends, but I might be able to swing it to where I go in early and take a longer lunch so I can at least hear the sermon. We’ll see. They also live stream the services.
I got in a run. Not a full 3 miles, but it was hotter than I anticipated. And I am going to cover a little distance in the morning.
I haven’t been in a relationship in almost a year.
I haven’t really wanted one since (or even during the last year of that particular one).
I love that I have been able to focus work and school and now, really getting involved in a church again.
I’m sure no one I know reads this, but just in case Andrew still does: For the record, I never cheated on you. And I haven’t been with anyone since you. I’m sure you can’t say the same. I never sought comfort in Brendan’s or Barry’s beds, or anyone else’s for that matter. This time last year, you lied to me when you said you loved me. And like an idiot, I tried to believe you wanted to be with me. And I’m so glad I left you. I only regret that it took me so long to do so. I hope that you get what you deserve in life, I hope you get back exactly what you put out there. But maybe you’ve grown up and realized your mistakes. Maybe, but not likely.