That was my reality. "I'm not in love with you anymore."
It went over pretty well. Thought Catalog even published it. But it didn't take away from the hurt of that realization. Loving someone is absolutely beautiful, and falling out of love -- that's beautifully tragic. Or put simply: that hurts like hell.
But this year's reality is different.
I'm not in love. Part of me would like to be, but I'm not. No one out there has made me feel those butterflies. And so I'm not falling out of love, either.
I'm just happy -- happy with who I am and where I'm going. Happy with how damn far I've come in a year. 364 days actually.
My reality this year is one of honesty and of telling things how they are. It's one of tolerating less bullshit and giving less BS, too.
It's this: If you want to do something, do it. And if you don't want to do something, don't do it. Stop making excuses.
If you want to travel the world, hop on a plane. And if you want to indulge in a day of Friends on Netflix, then plop on your couch with some pizza and binge on (I know I just did). Excuses are empty, and who's to judge?
We're adults now, right? Or at least we like to think we are.
It's time we stop playing games. It's time we stop lying to get out of things we don't want to do. Just don't do it.
Stop making excuses to say hello. Just say hello. And if you want to come over, just do so. Stop overthinking.
My reality this year is this: Speak your mind and follow your heart. Do what you want and don't be ashamed by it.
P.S. Some cabernet sauvignon facilitated the writing of this post. ;) ¡Los quiero!