Grieving and Moving On

October is a hard month for me.

I hate pumpkin, and it's everywhere.

It's not quite fall but I feel silly in my summer clothes still. (Get it together Memphis weather.)

I never fail to get sick at least once in October.

But mostly.

Every time I've been truly, really hurt by someone I loved it's been in October.

I'm a little scarred by it.

So I'm taking today off to remember the anniversary of what happened 2 years ago. I'm taking a day to grieve.

And then I'm growing the fuck up and getting over it, because it doesn't define my life.

Today I'm wallowing in my (non-pumpkin spice) latte and my books and just giving up for a few minutes.

Tomorrow though, this is it: