One year.

A year ago today I received an e-mail from my then-boyfriend of 5.5 years breaking up with me. 

I felt broken, confused and betrayed. Everything in the wake of my heartbreak was uncertain except for one thing: My life was never going to be the same.

And I was right … sort of. My life hasn’t been the same: It’s been so much better. 

I look back on the 12 months to realize not only did I merely survive this year but I thrived within it: I’ve re-connected with friends, made new fulfilling friendships, got a new job, moved to Portland, backpacked around Brazil, lost 40 pounds, gained back my fitness, dated for the first time in my life, grew closer to both my parents, and learned a helluva lot about myself (some good, some bad but all good to know). It’s been a fun, scary, dynamic, and joyful year and I am grateful for every single day of it.

Of course, I still have work to do - on myself, on my body, on my relationships with others - but I am optimistic going into this next year. This blog, and the life it chronicles, is no longer about heartbreak; it’s now just about heart.

Thank you all sincerely for being there with and for me. 

- B.

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