I seem to be slowing on the blogging. The catharsis I sought has been reached and my emotional turmoil is dissipating - gone with the departure of the subject. Sadness remains, of course. This wound is still raw around the edges, but beginning to scab over (sorry about that analogy - it went from poignant to gross very quickly). I feel more positive about life.
I'm not waiting for her. Not waiting around for anything (or anyone) to happen to me. My life is moving forward and there's more to be done and experienced - this year is going to be one of active change, movement and growth. I get the feeling that there are people I'm going to connect with just around the corner. It's a lovely hopeful feeling.
I'm going to go find them.