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Tissues, Love, and Moving On

I wear my heart on my sleeve and love falling in love. Relationships, however, don't always work out. During this most recent break, I've had sadness of course but I know it will pass.

It was wonderful though because I thought maybe those giddy feelings were gone for good and that my heart was no longer able to leap at the sight of someone. Now I know that isn't true.

I'm so glad it happened, even if it didn't last.

On the other side though I've been watching someone else go through a heartbreak. His relationship lasted probably about the same amount of time as mine. Only he seems to think his world is broken and his pain is permanent. He posts sad songs and hurt.

Don't get me wrong, I don't think there is anything wrong with being sad for it adds shadows to the landscape of joy giving it depth and perspective.

Sorrow can be beautiful.


It is a bittersweet chocolate. It usually comes from loss. It is what tells us we had something good and that more of that goodness is out there, we must just be determined to find it and value it when we are lucky enough to have it choose us.





But when we lose something good we cannot dwell in the shadows forever or paint the sky black. We must look ahead and search for silver linings.

As a teenager, I was blessed to bounce around from place to place and school to school, I learned friends, love, relationships had an ebb and flow in life. There were times of abundance, days where I would be adored by many and seasons where I would be left to bask in poignant solitude.

I learned we owe ourselves the ability to find the goodness in every situation. Each individual is bound to themselves with a permanence no vow or promise can ever bind them to another.

After my husband left me, I was told to treat men like tissue paper. Use them and then throw them away. Not exactly my style, but there is something to be said for the shrug of "Oh well," when things don't work out the way you want.

When things don't work out it is important to know how to pick yourself up after. From my experience, there are four types of break up playlists which follow the four ways of dealing

1. The super ultra depressing kind, which those songs make me gag with their sickly sweet whining and keep people stuck in the pain.

Hurts Like Hell

2. The hateful angry kind which give me a headache and focus on the anger instead of the healing.

Hopsin

3. The happy angry which I love, but unfortunately these don't work for all situations.

Saint Christopher


4. The power tunes. My favorite. These songs focus on the fun waiting.

Better Things to Do, Shake It Off, Defying Gravity, This is My Fight Song,

Don't Rain on My Parade

What's your break up play list like?

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