I believe the idea of “getting closure” is a myth. I think we idealize “getting closure” where you meet your ex at a neutral coffee shop and share lattes like you’re in an early 90s episode of Friends and you talk about your relationship and get all of those answers you are really missing that will help you tidy everything up like you fold your sweaters and put them away for the summer. Emotions are messy and crazy. You have no control over the other person and what they’re going to say to you. Sometimes they won’t “give” you anything (as I’m experiencing now) or they’ll just do or say the same dissatisfying shit that lead to your break-up in the first place. Zoe’s Break-Up Survival Guide says (the gist of) “Try not to worry about how or why, try accepting that it is.” Learn your new normal. But, I think, unless you’re in the best possible break-up working in out in couples therapy or something, you won’t be able to just walk away and say “that was all neatly packaged, it feels closed.”
I finally have the internet again! I’m in my new place, greatly relieved to be reunited with my stuff, have my Muppet Pets settled in and be slowly but surely creating a space that is the sort of sanctuary I haven’t had in quite some time!
Yesterday was International No Diet Day. I had a sort of social hiatus during my move so that I could focus on the things that needed to get done and was relieved to celebrate the end of that and the beginning of a fabulous summer outdoor season with a BBQ at my friends’ Deb and Anne’s place. They have a gorgeous backyard which is perfect for parties.
We’ve been having an insane amount of rain in Brooklyn, but it stopped for the afternoon–just long enough to enjoy the BBQ and the company.
My look was a little bit Serial Mom. I’m loving my collared cotton wrap dresses these days. Also featured are Bryn and Taueret. Taureret is raising money for her Fierce, Fat and Fly for Queers for Economic Justice amazing race adventure.
Golda of Body Love Wellness posted a great list of 16 Reasons Not to Diet for INDD and joined us for the festivities. The picture I got of her wasn’t great, so I won’t post it. But imagine her among these lovelies.
This BBQ was a great example of my favorite kind of activism. A fun, easygoing celebration of people, bodies, and friendship with the addition of cupcakes, chicken wings and champagne punch.
What did you do for INDD?