Breathe Again

For the first time in months I feel like I can breathe again.

You know those big, deep breaths that don't have the weight of the world hanging onto them?

The heavy cloud that's been there has finally lifted.

I've done the hard work, had the hard conversations with myself and decided that short relationship wasn't going to define me or define my 2026.

As a good friend said "a three-week interlude isn't going to bring you down!"

Amen to that.

I've been a hermit these past few months.

Sure, I'm still seeing the occasional friend, going to movies, gigs and walks, but I haven't actually been doing anything new or exciting.

I haven't done anything exciting in months, if I'm honest with myself.

There wasn't anything I was afraid to try.

That's always the key - things that scare you are often the best things for you.

I am going to sit in the scary for a bit.

I'm going to get out more.

Put myself out there.

Enjoy life again.

And see what happens.

My turn will come and the magic of love will find me again, even perhaps when I least expect it.