Clean

It’s been a week since the big breakup with friends. And you know what? It’s been awesome. I actually feel like a weight has been lifted of my shoulders and I don’t have to try to fit in or pretend to be someone I’m not (Just call me Cady, not Katie).

In losing friends I found myself. I’m no longer surrounded by daily drama, people talking behind others’ backs, wondering what was said about me. Oh, I’m sure that PLENTY has been said about me, but I don’t care. I’m not out to win Miss Popularity. I’m here to be me.

I have a date with a new friend this weekend. Seriously, it’s like a date, meeting for beer. We seem to have a lot of not only similar interests but similar beliefs. What? I know. I don’t have enough of that around here. Beer, Raiders, Left Wing, outspoken… soul sister, I think.

I went back to yoga last night and came home with a renewed sense of purpose and belief in myself. I’m mad I didn’t go for like 3 months. I need to start making time for it at least two nights a week. It’s time to treat myself right and love myself and to find my happiness that’s been missing. I made a start by breaking free and cleaning house.

Rain came pouring down when I was drowning
That’s when I could finally breathe
And by morning, gone was any trace of you,
I think I am finally clean
I think I am finally clean