3.
For half empty old packs of cigarettes that make me think I will be comforted like an old friend.... but then remind me that they're actually still pretty f*ing gross. (Though I can't seem to throw the rest of them away completely....hmmm....)
4.
For muscle memory. You know,
“when a movement is repeated over time, a long-term muscle memory is created for that task, eventually allowing it to be performed without conscious effort.” (thank you,
Wikipedia for the specifics and
former shrink for the idea.) So, in theory, you would think that with a few heartbreaks throughout one’s life, your heart would use its muscle memory to
“endure the next grief.” That’s what I’m banking on, at least.
5. For hot tea instead of wine. At least for now.
7.
For phone messages that encourage me to
“believe that God has lead you to this very place right now.”
8.
For a community of women that will hold me up and wipe my tears and make me a laugh and inspire me to keep moving forward and looking up. It's a bit ironic that I had to go through a huge heartbreak to find them in the first place....
9. For sleeping through the night and being able to get out of bed the next morning. (If you've been through this before, you'll understand how huge this is.)
10. For the last two years. For opening myself up to love again and to being loved again. And then, for knowing when it's time to step aside and having the strength to do it. (Even though it hurts and it’s sad and I wish there was another way around it.)
End of list and I'm feeling... ok, so a little better than when I began. It's still going to take a while, though. The heart is a terrible thing to waste.