The edge of the known world can be found in your kitchen, if you want it to be. Or in your bed. Or during your commute. Every day, there is something new to experience. And if there isn't, shrug and make a margarita.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Sixty Day De-Tox
Some heartbreak cures work, and some don't. A friend suggested yoga, at which I crinkled my nose. Another friend caught my expression and said, "Kate can't do yoga. It's not fast enough." Meditation? Just gives me lots of quiet time to contemplate lost love.
Here's Grandpa Mario's suggestion. Despite my protests that I am an atheist ("Atea, Mario! Soy atea!"), Mario is sure that I will be restored if I read the daily Novena included in this little pamphlet he gave me. It is entitled (I'm translating, here), "Novena: to Our Lady of Guadalupe, Patron Saint of the Americas". I did read the first Novena, to make Mario happy. I'm not restored, but I did learn some new words in Spanish. He wants me to find God and all I end up with is a kick-ass vocabulary list.
If you are trying to recover from a broken heart, I would recommend THIS be your Bible for the next couple months: "It's Called a Breakup Because It's Broken". This is where I found out about the ring tones. It is this book which promises me that after 60 days, my heartache will be gone. Today was Day 4.
This little manual is chock full of good advice, like: not making late-night, drunk phone calls; avoiding self-destructive behavior (like the way I stay up all night so I won't lie in bed and think about Boyfriend); not whining too much to your friends; staying productive at work; accepting the new reality that the man you love is really a SCHOOB; understanding that he is off having a good time and living his life with nary a backwards glance. Therefore, I should do the same.
Let's turn to "Part 2: The Breakover (Or, How to Become a Superfox Breakup Warrior with Lustrous Hair and a Whole Bunch of Self-Worth"). This contains the 7 Commandments for the 60 days. I have my marching orders! They are:
Don't see him or talk to him for 60 days. Since the clean break I would have preferred was badly fumbled, I have had some practice in this area. And I don't think he plans to be in touch. I have been exceptionally disciplined about staying away. Early in the roller coaster ride, I "unfriended" him on Facebook and took his "Contact" off my Yahoo IM. Not because I was mad, but so I wouldn't suffer while seeing him live his life without me. Four days ago I canceled my Yahoo account altogether and blocked his number from my phone. This felt GREAT, but not because I think Boyfriend is going to stalk me. I did it so that I would STOP obsessively opening Yahoo, hoping for an e-mail. And now when I hear the little "boopity-bip" that means I have a text? My knees no longer go weak while I reach for the phone like one of Pavlov's dogs. (OK, those dogs never reached for the phone. Stop smirking at my syntax. Can't you see I'm infirm?) I KNOW it will be from someone else.
Get yourself a breakup buddy. Well, I didn't do that, because I am not the kind of person who is going to call one of my friends late at night to snivel. I have to say that I do have a few friends that would tolerate that, at least for a couple days. Thanks, friends! XXX
Get rid of his stuff and the things that remind you of him. I started this in January by returning things he had loaned me. Then in February, I got rid of pictures, small gifts, the pencil holder he made for me out of walnut... I even threw out the little tin clicker that had belonged to my grandfather. I had given one to Boyfriend and kept one for myself (Don't ask why, we will just digress) (I never digress, right?). As of four days ago, I only had a few things left - the most precious things: a bottle of single-malt Scotch; a bicycle; a crate on wheels with a handle, so I can haul all my paperwork back and forth more easily. It took me two days, but I got rid of the bicycle. No longer sitting in the garage, taunting me with a future that isn't going to happen. Anybody want the Scotch? Stake your claim...
Get your ass in motion every day. This is not too hard for me, although some days I only do half my run before I just feel too sad to keep going. Today I managed about four miles when I should have done five...
Don't wear your breakup out into the world. I bought a super-sparkly ring on Tuesday. I wore a fun chain-belt on Thursday. I'm getting my hair done next week. I will continue to keep my eyebrows tidy. Maybe I will finally make that shopping trip to the "good" DI and see if I can find some cute treasures.
No backsliding! No worries: I'm tough, and I have a giant ego that is way too proud to allow me to type THAT e-mail address or call THAT number.
It won't work unless YOU are number one! Which basically means that if I remain proactive in getting over it, I will be even MORE OF A ROCK STAR than I was before! (This book really likes capitalization and exclamation points.) It's a little hard to believe now, as I look in the mirror and see dark circles, cloudy complexion, furrowed brow. Perhaps I shall go drink some water and get a good night's sleep.