Evil Woman

Dear Evil Woman,

You woke up with the same dull stomach ache, waiting to get up until your brain could scrabble around enough to realign the new life you have after two years with someone you loved with all your heart.  Down the stairs to turn the coffee pot on, feed the animals, sweep up the insane amount of dog hair that appeared overnight, check email, all the while trying to make sense of being abandoned out of the blue.  Did you not try hard enough?  Change enough?  Love enough?  It's a process, this morning routine of trying not to remember, trying not to miss him, trying to move on.  

The ipad is plugged into the speaker, and you turn it on to your Singer/Songwriter itunes radio station just to have some static to break up the thoughts that continuously swirl around in your head.  It's Evil Woman that comes on, and you have to laugh.  Still, it's a great song, and you know all the words!  So you start dancing around the kitchen, singing as loud as you can, and suddenly the day looks brighter, the future looks brighter.  

The Nike+ bracelet your sweet friend bought you last week that tracks your daily steps picked up on this crazy three minutes of movement, your heart rate went up and you felt almost happy for once in the past month.  It's about movement, about moving on with your life.  There will come a morning when you wake up and you won't even think of him.  Until then, you should dance a crazy dance every morning and remember to keep going forward.  Happiness is what lies ahead, only hurt and disappointment behind.  Dance on Evil Woman!