Finding the Positive in the Negative

Highlights:

On Monday, I assembled and hung my hammock. Which I later finished a book in.
I got 2nd place in the female devision for the Charity Summer Solstice Race on Tuesday up Grey Mountain.

Wednesday I reeled in a 24" lake trout with my brother and sister in-law.   

I shot 2 handguns, 2 shotguns and a semi-automatic-machine-gun-thingy on Thursday at the shooting range with a new friend. Powerful experience. 

Friday, my lawn mower broke leaving an odd patch of grass in the middle. (makes me giggle)

Saturday I drove to Mayo with Justin to run the Mayo Marathon.

He took 2nd in the open men's half, and 3rd overall, and I took first in the female 10k.

The weekend was sunny, and I got a lot of things off my chest.  I calmly talked talked through tears and expressed my feelings to those that they involve.  Slowly, I am learning to accept that that's the way things in my past has happened and I can't change it.  Learning to deal. Not saying I am good at it, or that it's easy, but it's a step in one direction. 

Dancing in the rain remains a work in progress, but I feel this work is going to pay off. 

Life through my eyes:

 fishie!

Luna and Shannon in the boat. 

 Hand guns. 5 for 5 on the pop cans! 

Local fishing hole. Beauty.

 Justin is in the blue.

If this does not make you laugh, I don't know what will.

P.s My neighbours have immaculate yards.  

Luna. Front and centre. Mostly missing brain cells...

*Side note:

I've been encouraged to write a comically-honest day-by-day, "what to expect when you've been broken up with" book/blog. My friend says it would be a hit. I promise you, it would be nothing like he's just not that into you, because that was a brutal book, and no person who has recently been dumped should read that book. Maybe no person should ever read that book. 

It should probably include the times I was bawling uncontrollably in the fetal position on my kitchen floor while trying to make "dinner," and my roommate thought I was strange/dying. (Which he has now gotten accustom to.) Or that time I only needed toilet paper and bananas so I went to the store and bananas reminded me of him so I sat on the floor and cried in aisle 3 in the grocery store when I couldn't control myself. (I chose three because it was the aisle with random birdseed, matches and take out plates--nobody goes down it.) Explain that to the aisle attendants just wanting to refill the pet food. Or the time my dad walked in to my office and I was crying and he asked what was wrong and I said, "It just hurts everywhere" but it probably sounded more like, "mommmmpphhmhhmmphhaaaaarrrrrrr" and he thought I hurt myself again... "No, dad my heart"..."nnnoppmmyydddddmmmmmoorrrrrrttt" Poor guy walked into a bomb. 

Looking back: Not humorous yet, as I still cry at random, often. But someday, when my heart has mended, I will laugh. And you can too, because you've been there, and it is a beautiful thing. In a sick and fucked up way. 

Thoughts? 

Meanwhile, happy dancing.