Force yourself to do something other than mope and obsess about what was and what could have been. Go on a trip, see friends, see family. "Interruptions" to your heartbreak woes are necessary.

In the past few weeks you could find me crying in a dark room, bathtub, moving vehicle.... anywhere really. But after the first week, the tears came less regularly because I forced myself to do something fun. And thanks to incredible friends and family, I have new memories to focus on (instead of the ones I choose to repeat in my head 89.6 times a day).

In the past two weeks...
-- I've hiked three mountains (in 3 different states).
-- I went to see Dave Matthews, Head and the Heart, Neon Trees, and Snoop Dogg in concert.
-- I tailgated with a good friend. And prefaced the beers by a spur-of-the-moment skinny dipping excursion into beautiful Lake Allatoona. I don't think I've felt that free in years!
-- My siblings threw me a surprise (early) birthday party. Old and new friends came, ate, and celebrated. The night ended with an extensive match of hardly-visible bocce ball on the golf course.
-- I watched the Millner men play hockey.
-- I went shopping (once at extravagant IKEA and another time at lovely Anthropologie).
-- I went skydiving!
-- I sat around with my family for hours, just talking.
-- I golfed.
-- Ate at my favorite restaurants with old friends.
-- And I saw a new movie.

It all sounds ordinary, but it's meant the world to me. It has been healing to be with friends and family... especially since I have none of that in my home city. It's been fun to get out--- out of the house and out of my head.

So as silly or as obvious as it sounds, go do something fun! It won't end your inner turmoil, but you'll get a brief hiatus from its intensity and that feels damn good. #itsthelitthethings...