Gym Single

heartbreakI need you guys to help me get through this.

For those of you following my gym love saga (catch up by reading this and this), you know I’ve been in love with a man I never spoke to. My dear, sweet, silent gym boyfriend.

I realized this morning… it’s been months since I’ve seen either my gym boyfriend or my weekend gym fling. I don’t know what happened.

It must be me. I’ve changed. Like, literally… I changed gyms I went to in the morning because of traffic.

I thought my gym boyfriend would follow me back to the gym we originally met at. He didn’t.

Does that mean it’s over?

I’m not gonna give up on this without a fight, guys. Meaning my new gym is back up and running and charging 50 cents every day for parking. Which adds up and makes it not worth it (at that price I might as well upgrade my monthly rate and get access to the ritzy Beverly Hills gym down the street…).  So I think I’m going to switch back to the other gym. The parking is a little more stressful in the morning, but at least it’s free. And I have to make sure I’m there early to avoid traffic.

But all that’s worth it. Because I think that’s where my gym boyfriend has continued to workout. And I miss him.

I’m not ready to give up on us, guys. Not yet.

I’m switching starting next week. I’ll keep you updated. I know so many of you are very worried. Thank you for your concern. Let’s all just be strong and get through this together.

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You’re Lucky

If you’re reading this, you’re lucky.

You’re alive. You have the ability to read. You’re breathing. Your body is functioning properly at least at the moment. You’re loved. By someone. I promise you that.

It’s easy to get caught up in daily annoyances. It’s easy to overlook the beauty in routine. It’s easy to get frustrated by minor, temporary issues.

But nothing easy is every worthwhile. Including losing perspective.

I’ve been reminded of this lately. Life is too short. You never know what tomorrow or next week or next month will bring. So if you do find yourself wrapped up in an annoyance, notice it, and change your perspective. It takes a tiny bit more effort than continuing to be annoyed or feel sorry for yourself, but like any small amount of effort, you’ll feel a million times better afterwards.

I’m writing this as advice to you (random internet person… maybe robot?), but it’s really for me.

I’m lucky. You’re lucky. No need to get lucky. We already are. We get a shot at this beautiful thing called life. Make the most of it.