Oh hey

Okay, so I haven’t written since the beginning of April. In case you’re wondering whether I’m dead and this is my creepy glittery pink ghost who’s come back to write in my blog of all things actually worth haunting, no. Not exactly.

I’ll try to keep a handful of very long stories as short as I can:

Kevin and I broke up (unofficially: a couple days after my last blog post – officially: the beginning of May). Cue the Taylor Swift song that everyone hates and, yes, I love. Listen-to-it-on-repeat-for-days kind of love. Because it was the first thing to help me stop crying all day, every day, and every night.

(Yes, two pictures were necessary.)

I was in the hospital for ten days. And I’m doing very well and getting healthier every day.

I’m going through some things I’m still trying to learn how to cope with. Perhaps at the forefront of these things would be that three of my friends passed away within the span of two or three weeks. Two of them took their own lives. This experience re-opens old wounds and, of course, has made new ones. It’s still raw, still visceral, and I know from experience that it will take a very long time for these wounds begin to heal.

On the happier side of things, I’m SO excited to announce that my father turned eighty-one earlier this month; the mark of another year of the kind of love that only a dad can give his daughter.

I’m slowly learning how to be myself again, and how to be okay with that – even happy with that.

At work, I got promoted a giant leap from Peer Review Assistant to Editorial Associate. Most people who don’t work in this industry still don’t really get what I do, but at least my new title sounds more official or something. I think.

And on the weirder side of things, I’ve absolutely lost my mind and gone from one polar extreme to the opposite. Okay, that’s not entirely true – I’ve always been a little bit of both. City girl. Country girl. But now it’s actually getting scary. I proudly own my first (and yes, I say “my first”) pair of gorgeous, leather cowboy boots.

(Don’t worry; I own two of them.)

I listen to Tim McGraw. (Well, and a lot of other country music artists, too.) There’s photographic proof of me dancing around in said boots to said genre of music. Which I will not be posting here.

Maybe I can chalk it up to one of those drastic life changes so many women make in their lives after a horrendous break-up. Since I’d already cut my hair (my standard go-to) just a couple days before it all happened, and because I love my natural color too much to get even a few fake, bleached highlights, I guess I had to resort to something else. Who knows.

Probably less weird: at the insistence of the love of my life, Marlena, I finally made a Tumblr account. Little did I know what I was getting into. I’ve all but forgotten about Pinterest at this point. And I was an avid Pinterester. So, if you’re ever so bored you think you just might die: http://pinkperkypill.tumblr.com/

(It’s getting too embarrassing to have to put ‘pinkpearlygirly’ as my username for everything…pinkperkypill will do just fine.)

So, even though I know I’m most likely leaving out some other important things in here I should really include (never mind a million little things), I think that sums up most of the past few months.

L’shanah tovah

(Doesn’t this contradict the whole I’ve-turned-into-a-crazy-cowgirl thing? Oops…)

xoxo,

Elizabeth Alida