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So I got my heart broken.  It was all broken and shit.  And then I started being all crazy and going out and thirsting for experiences.  And now….I’m back.

I’ve gotten some crazy stories and a few tattoos and….maybe I’ll let it all out in future posts…for now– what I’ve learned during my time away from you:

  • There is no such thing as a right way to go about your life.  You just have to do it.
  • Therapy is a smart fucking thing to do — get a therapist.
  • Your heart will only hold onto things as long as it needs to.  No longer, no less.
  • Following your heart, while painful, is healthy.  And love is love. 

So my bosses are moving me to Fargo.  At first, I freaked out.  And then I realized that I have so much more to learn and maybe this is what’s supposed to happen.  So now, the second part of the Open Heart Chronicles is keeping an open heart in Fargo — or maybe re-opening it.  

I’ve had two lovers since my last post.  One, I thought was perfect and realized that I didn’t need that heart anymore.  The other, interesting and unique – sweet and douchey – funny and absolutely a part of this piece of my life.  My heart went to both…one I’ll see again, the other I probably won’t. 

Either way.  No regrets:

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Just a tiny update.  Be wonderful, my lovely bloggites.  Be you.

xxL

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