Part of the curse of being a passionate person — by which I mean, a person who gets all caught up in whatever new cool thing or person wanders by — is that I sometimes really put myself out there, and often, it doesn’t yield positive results. While I will be deliberately vague here, suffice it to say that in the last several days, my passionate side has been kind of a bitch to deal with. Tuesday, in particular, was hideous. But, I will say that, even though I am feeling a bit heartbroken right now, I have no regrets about the journey I took to get here. It was a fabulous, fabulous experience, and the fact that I can stand up today and say, “I’d do it all again” is a reassuring indication that I will bounce back. Life is too short to dwell. This is my Thursday mantra.
And who knows? Maybe the Fairy Tale Adventures of Liz, Part I aren’t a closed case just yet. Probably they are … and I’m OK with that, really. It sucks, but it’s not unchartered territory for me. Most encouragingly, the idealistic, romantic, dreamer side of me (kept at bay for far too long, by my own silliness, boo Liz!) is alive and well.
Life is too short to dwell. So, I say: Come what may.