parting ways.

Sometimes people have to come back into our lives for us to realize that it wasn't such a bad thing for them to leave in the first place, right?
(As I type this, Lauryn Hill sings on my Pandora, "I used to love him; now, I don't." Funny.)

This week was a really good week for me in the sense that it was so bad that I feel like a better person for having had to deal with it all. I am a work in progress. Maybe closer to the start than the finish. Maybe even a little behind the rest. But I think that's okay. My only recourse is to keep trudging forward.

I spent my day yesterday at farmers' markets and antique malls and a little brewery out in Amish country. It was great. I'm just so glad it's getting warmer.