I’m doing a lot of crying at the moment. There I said it.
Breakups are never easy and it’s only been about three months since the split.
I’m also sorting out my life and there’s a lot of mess to deal with. The perfectionist, the tidier in me enjoys some of the process but when I let sleep patterns get fucked up, I feel guilty.
Any great endeavour will involve unexpected surprises. You can’t plan for everything.
If you can embrace the mess, you’ll be ahead of most because people get stuck quite easily. I see anger abound on social media and I have sympathy but it gets you nowhere.
In every ounce of chaos, are many opportunities.
Go with it!