With the help of my web-bro-ster, I’ve recently spiffed up the joint a bit. For the most part, I like the changes, which is good because I’m not embracing all change lately.
One thing that I’ve done is try clean up my category tagging a bit. I’ve just started, but in my tidying I’ve found an entire category that I had made private.
The Heartbreaker was probably one of my first categories and we broke up and reunited several times before I agreed to remove any posts concerning broken heart or spastic colons.
At that point, the Heartbreaker became known as PJ McFuzzybottom. After we split for the last time, I removed that category as well.
But I am now reclaiming all of the posts that made this blog what it was in 2004.
McFuzzybottom is a category again and it’s a little bit saving my sanity right now. If you had asked me a month ago if I’d ever been truly broken hearted, I would have said, “probably not”.
That is the gift of time. Rereading the old posts reminds me that I was TERRIBLY broken hearted. Still, nothing compares to the shock of the emd of my relationship with the Baron, but at least I know that time will eventually dull these sharp memories.
The anxiety will eventually subside and I will forget how every morning felt like a sucker-punch to the heart after having had ONE MORE DREAM about loving him so much.
I’m so grateful to have this space for a little cyber-journaling, but also for quick access to my past. It helps me see my future with much more clarity.