What hurt looks like

"When it is dark enough, you can see the stars." - Persian proverb

After nearly two years of dating, Chris and I have broken up. I wish I could tell you it was a mutual feeling or choice, but it wasn't. I was somewhat blind-sided by his decision to focus solely on business school, and his subsequent exclusion of me from this plan. I wish I could just get really angry at him; however, I sort of understand, even though I disagree with him. Anyway, out of respect for his privacy, no more about him. Regardless, for me, it's been a rough few days, as I adjust to being newly single.

So, I'm back to blogging. I guess that just because a relationship ends it doesn't mean my adventure is over. I feel different about it now. A little less hopeful, perhaps, about what these years of graduate school mean to me. I wasn't looking for an "Mrs." degree, but I've shared the bulk of my journey out east with one man. It's kind of lonely now - even though I have many wonderful companions. And, when one part of life changes, it calls into question so many other things. What I do know is that inside the hurt I feel, I'm still here. Whole.

School will start anew at the beginning of September. I'm trying to muster the strength to think about that prospect. Right now, I'm finding support in my friends and family as I mend my broken heart. I'm well-loved and a strong person. It's funny how, no matter how many times I'm hurt by loving another person, I always seem to make my way back to doing so again. Time seems to be the great healer.

I sound ridiculous, I know. But, this is my life, at least for the moment.