The mood here has been grey this week. My disappointment in myself for canceling the catering weighs heavy on me. I also broke off with the guy earlier this week. It was an inevitable outcome and kinder to do it now rather than wait until things got too muddled. Still, he was a good man and I take no pleasure in hurting him. I also miss him. Daily emails and phone calls have given way to silence. Midweek adventures have been replaced by quiet nights at home once again.
A year ago, if asked, I would tell you my daily happiness rank a 7.5 or an 8 on a scale to 10. Today, I feel like I’m struggling for a 4.