I got up at 3:30 to catch my 6:30am flight out of the Ontario airport, which is like LA, but without the cluster fuck. I’m sitting at Carl’s Jr. drinking mediocre coffee and attempting to eat a breakfast sandwich that looks kind of suspicious. Elvis’s Blue Christmas is playing, which seems appropriate. Traveling alone kind of amplifies all these recent woes.
On Saturday night I called my mom, SOBBING about B3 and how much I was missing him. She said something to me that was kind of perfect. I said to her that I felt guilty for being so upset because it had only been two months and lots of people go through much more serious breakups/divorces so what was I really so upset about because in the grand scheme of things it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. She said, “yes but it’s YOUR grand scheme of things and that’s why it’s a dig deal.” I guess we really need to remember that apologizing for our feelings is pointless because they are ours and no one else’s.
This is something I hope we all can remember. Merry Christmas, everyone!