6 months

I write this, feeling extremely sentimental, after shedding more than a few tears at the opening of Sex and the City, the movie. (More on that under separate cover.) I feel so many things 6 months in. I still believe in love, although some days it's harder to believe than others. I believe in myself, although being kind and forgiving to myself is really hard sometimes. It's easy to beat yourself up for your mistakes, but only by forgiving yourself can you really move forward. I am trying my best not to drive myself crazy by wondering where anything is going and want to concentrate on living my life day by day, moment by moment, remembering that each element "is what it is".