Over 100 days ago. The worst, saddest day of my life. In this century of days, I am slowly beginning (to learn how to be a different person. I must be more independent, more willing to take risks, and make my own decisions. In this time, I've changed my financial framework from us to me; learned how to build a fire in the wood stove, and get through a major storm on my own. I have endured the month of December: my birthday and Christmas without the one who cared most about me, loved me the most, and made my life a joy.
What will the next century of days bring to me? It will be the middle of spring, my yard should be looking as good as I can make it on my own. I will be truly by myself: Michael will be living in David's apartment while he is out on the Pacific Crest Trail. In a way, I dread it and in another, I anticipate seeing who will I become.