Well, this is definitely not how I thought my weekend would be ending. In fact, I was so sure it would be a different outcome, that I had a text practically ready to post here on the blog, as a way of trying to get some kind of closure on something that had been causing me lots of anxiety. So much so that I had to walk away from it, at least for a while. In a way, my text was me trying to process that goodbye. And then life happened, as it always does. At first I was surprised and euphoric. Once again I was proven wrong, which meant that I was right to trust my gut, and I was right to resist doubting myself. But that happiness didn’t last - as it often doesn't, and I was back at being sad. Now that Monday has settled in, I don't know how I feel. Against all odds, against all I know about myself, not knowing how I feel feels strangely familiar. I am lost, my heart is lost, my brain is lost. The unexpected showed me how much I am lost. So I came back to my text, initially with th...