It has been more than two months since I started my new job. It has been an extraordinary journey, so far.
I have a salary — albeit a relatively modest one — for the first time in years. I have a new life in every way. I was about to email a girlfriend to whine about how many events and social obligations we have on wednesday, only to stop and remember (as I do nearly every day), that all of the problems I have are the best possible problems.
I am shopping and replacing wardrobe and accessories and technology and knowing that I am managing every aspect of my life well.
I am still seeing the LDF, in that we are still in a relationship. I am not seeing the LDF because I am working here and he’s traveling and we have not yet figured out how to balance it all yet.
In the interim, I am seeing other people, having a very public, very vibrant social life.
The only element possibly out of control is my weight. My weight is fine. I am a size four. I am no longer in the grips of my eating disorder. Even under great stress and strain, I am still eating healthy things rather than actively Not Eating.
Life is better than it has been in years and I am better in my life.