‘Get up, dress up, show up and never give up‘
I’m sipping a latte and gazing aimlessly at an ocean mottled grey. So too the sky. The vista suits my mood. My rockstar-esque dark sunglasses hide swollen eyes that have a propensity for tearing up without warning, a tad embarrassing amidst a boardwalk of loved up couples. Beloved Noosa, Bistro C, broken heart. My bolt hole for celebrating, relaxing, contemplating and miserating. Yes I’m miserable. Indulging in emotional fallout, licking wounds, ruminating on what went wrong, what might have been…miserating.
A broken heart of sorts – for how could it be more given I’m pretty sure I now hold the world record for the shortest relationship – seven days. Caught your attention haven’t I. She of the ‘always bubbly, upbeat genre any self respecting fellow would be lucky to love’ sporting a wounded heart? How can this be? And why the big deal? And why the need to share given the story exposes the more vulnerable side of Jane? Simple really – none of us are immune and all of us hurt at some time. This is a (hopefully inspiring) story about stepping up, learning and moving on…
This week I plan to:
