Casualties of a break-up.

As some of you may know, me and Matthew broke up. It happened almost a month ago and I waited as long as I did to talk about it on the blog because I wanted to be in a better spot when I let y'all know. I didn't want to talk about it and get a bunch of sympathy comments (pleeeeease don't). I wanted to be able to talk about it and stay positive, and I believe I can do that now.

This past month, well, really two months...they've been hard. Not bad, but hard. I've been neck deep in school work, freelance design work, managing at F21, meeting new people, making new friends in this city (which, let's be honest, I love!) and running a better life for myself in general (physical activity, balanced lifestyle, healthy eating, growing my spirituality, etc). Then me and Matthew broke up. Then one of the best guy friends I've ever had died (I still scratch my head multiple times a day and wonder if that last one is really real).

But I finally feel like I've got my head back above water! And over these past few days reality has set back in. I am in control (what little control a single human has in the big world, anyway). I'm empowered again. It's easier to motivate myself and stay positive. I'm handling my load a lot better. I'm so happy to be able to tell you these things.

But I've also noticed a few things that have been lacking in my life since Matthew and I broke up. I've created a small picture montage of things I call "little casualties of a break-up" that have come to my attention recently. Before you read on, just know that I count laughter and comedy as one of the best forms of therapy, and these things are meant to be taken lightly and with a tiny grain of sarcasm.

One//No more loose flannel button-ups to layer over my outfits.
Two//I have no one to coerce into taking Maddy outside to use the bathroom anymore when I'm too tired (or have drank too much).
Three//No one to keep that huge king size bed I just inherited warm.
Four//There are now empty spaces where cool and interesting books used to be.
Five//I also have no one to make me food when I'm too exhausted to do it myself (I actually skip many a meal because of this...yikes!).
Six//No more random musical debauchery in the form of accordion, or  any other instrument.
Seven//No more texting someone who is too drunk to tell you they "love you too".
Eight//No more quiet hand holds or MAKING OUT. <----sad about that one.
Nine//There is now no extra toothbrush to use when I randomly misplace mine for the 2nd or 8th time (which happened this weekend...I've been doing the awkward finger-brushing thing for a few days now. Finally bought a new toothbrush today though!).

So that's been my life for the past month. I've had to cook for myself, take Maddy out all by myself, hold my own hand, try to make-out with myself (just kidding--but have you seen the gif where James Franco kisses James Franco?) and buy my own dang toothbrush!

And have I told you yet that I got to meet James Franco?! Super nice and...super short. But hey! This girl's only 5'2". And newly on the market! : )

So what do you do to cope with intense times? Are you currently in or have you recently gotten out of a transitional period? What do you do to keep your spirits up?