Authenticity is a bitch.
Ok, didn't mean to shock you there. Just sharing what's on my mind, per usual.
You see, authenticity is becoming one of those poppy, trendy words. Thrown about.
When you dig into it, though, it can be as deep as our souls themselves.
I'm sitting in a coffee shop, having thus far avoided blogging about the experiences of January for some odd threefour weeks. In looking for a photo to upload for this post, I had to browse my gallery from Arizona. This album contains several pictures of me and my ex-boyfriend pretending to enjoy the trip together. For the most part, we actually did enjoy it, but looking back comes with such sweet sorrow as they say. Because of that little "ex" bit.
I'll catch you up.
I quit my corporate job (quit this time, didn't get laid off like last time) a little over 2 weeks ago.
My relationship ended, mutually and peacefully, 3 weeks ago.