It’s been one year since B and I ended our relationship.

I wrote an essay about the last year of my life. The shock and loss. The turtles. The whales. The hurricane (literally). The wise friends who said words that felt like medicine. What I've felt. What I've learned. What I'm still wobbling and fumbling around to sort out.

 

One of the biggest lessons has been that...there is no rush. There is no rush to “get over it” and be chipper and cheery. There is no rush to “get out there” and start dating again. Grief is a spiral, not a straight arrow. It takes as long as it takes. 

 

If you're interested in reading my one-year-later essay, you can read it here.

 

If you're like, "Yikes. That sounds pretty intense. No thanks. I'm in a wear-a-leotard-and-twerk-in-the-kitchen mood today," I respect that—and here's a fun new music playlist I made last night that you might enjoy.

 

I hope you're having a beautiful day so far, whoever is reading, wherever you are.

 

-Alex

 

PS. But seriously though, have you listened to Beyoncé's brand new album?

 

PPS. New Moon is coming up soon. Make new wishes. 

 

PPPS. Do yourself a sweet favor and bring candles and books into your bedroom at night instead of your laptop or phone. Your brain/heart/nervous system will say, "thank you."

 

PPPPS. Liiiiiiiiiiiiife, am I right?