Better Birthday Update

I am feeling a little better. Last night I called my Mom and guilted her in to coming down on my birthday. My Dad had to work, so he couldn't make it. But my Mom drove down and we went out to lunch. We got to catch up on stuff happening in the family, TV shows, my job, etc. She always knows what to say and is pretty much the perfect Mom.

Surprisingly, she has helped me a LOT throughout the breakup. I never really thought I would involve my parents in that sort of thing, but she has been a great ear for me to talk to. My Mom just makes sense though, we think along the same path, so I respect what she has to say. She baked me some brownies and dropped off my birthday card today. I am going over to their house on Sunday for my "official" birthday dinner. The card read "Three of my favorite words?" on the outside. On the inside it says "That's my son". I love how they are so proud of me. It really makes me feel good inside when they tell me that I'm doing the right thing or headed in the right path.

I have to rip out a few more spreadsheets for work and then it is off to the gym. I know I should take a day off for my birthday, but honestly, I need to get some frustrations out. Plus, it's leg day and even though I hate it, I always look forward to it because it is so challenging. I think JJ is going to get here around dinner time, so hopefully my time will be booked up the rest of the day and I won't have to sit here and sulk.

My goal in these upcoming months is to have my heart catch up to my brain. My brain knows there is another person out there for me. My brain knows that I deserve someone better. My heart on the other hand, is stuck in first gear. Mike said he thinks it is completely normal for someone to take 6-12 months to recover from something like I have - aka out of the blue break up. That's gives me a little encouragement, that my friends don't think I'm some psycho that can't let go. At least, that's not how they show it in front of me :)

Chin up. My birthday can only get better from here. I have to live up this last year of my 20's. The 30's are frightening and I can honestly say, I don't think I am ready for them yet. Glad I have a year buffer zone to get ready.