Number 8 - complete.

I've changed a few of my goals... mostly the ones that are like "do this goal x number of times". I've decided to make simple, one-time goals, so that I can do them and feel accomplished - doing something and then not being able to cross it off my list is defeating.

I also... the goal I have about getting over him... to be honest, I think it's done. I feel like I should celebrate, but it's not so much a sense of overwhelming relief but more a calm, quiet... indifference. Yes, it feels so, so amazing to finally not miss him... to not think about him... to not... see his name and do flip-flops. But it's not triumphant, like I thought it might be. It just... is.

In fact, no. I'm going to do it - I'm going to cross it off. I've been saying since I got back from San Francisco that it's finally done, and now, I'm going to make it permanent.

I'm over him.

I am finally, finally over him.

I'm attaching a photo to this post... because when I drew it in the sand, I still meant it. Now, looking at this photo... I don't, anymore. Oh, I will always care - but the love that I felt for him before... it's gone.

It's finally, finally gone.





ps... I just realised that crossing off number 8 is actually the first full goal I've completed. The *first*. I thought it would be one of the last.

Life surprises us sometimes. =)