Oh my God. Today is May 20th. May 20th!!! Do you have any idea how significant this is?
No? Well, I’ll tell you. May 20th means that May 14th has already passed. And May 14th would have been the four month anniversary of my break up with— on second thought, I’m not even going to mention his name. The important thing here is that I didn’t even notice.
And not because I hate him. I don’t hate him— I neither like him nor dislike him; I just have this vague sort of floating feeling towards him that is probably the result of the fact that I’m now following the Dalai Lama on Facebook.
I’m so Zen these days that I don’t even want to smash anything anymore. In fact, come to think of it, it’s been almost three weeks since I’ve done any crying whatsoever!
(And those were extenuating circumstances anyway.)
Am I back to 100%? Probably not. But I feel good.
I’ve signed an official agreement of sale for my dream house, my dance company has more gigs than we know what to do with, my new anthropology students seem pretty cool, I have an awesome schedule for the fall semester and I’m teaching about a bazillion tap workshops this summer. Plus (go figure), now that I’m not running off to New Jersey every chance I get, I’m actually meeting some really cool people here in Philly.
But we’ll get to that another time.