After yet another day of completely breaking down, curling into a ball and bawling my eyes out, I'm feeling oddly refreshed.
It's like I got it out of my system and the drugs are kicking back in, the swelling in my face has gone down and everything is ok.
I still want to beat that little kid that was in the car next to me last night who was laughing at my puffy chipmunk face, but I digress.
The kid was laughing at me as I was driving to the leisure centre for my first basketball practice and subsequently the first meeting with my new team. While they seem like a lovely bunch of women, with whom I'll probably have a lot in common with it was strange to be in that situation. I miss my old team. I played with most of those girls through high school and in the women's league in the years afterwards until I moved to the QC -- I even kept playing with them for the first year that I lived here!
Needless to say I miss them. I'm going to miss the ability to know where everyone is going to go on the floor and being able to read them. Oh well I'm just happy to be playing again.
But I think you're right....I think it's time to move. Now I just need to figure out how to accomplish that. I'm not one to do things impulsively when it comes to jobs and money, I need to have a plan. I'm giving myself three months to figure something out, that gives me just into the new year. I hope I can figure it out!
And in the mean time I'm sure I'll have a few more breakdown days along the way. Maybe my Mum is right and I do need to be medicated, but I just don't think I'd be as much fun!
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