Tonight I listened to this song for the last time under the super moon. I closed this chapter feeling super at peace and in my power. I didn’t feel sad. I just felt like a person who picks something else now. I felt like a person picking herself. And everything else just feels like a story that mostly hurts to tell, or at the very least, a story I’m tired of telling.

I’m so ruled by the moon. Unreal.

Do I recommend going through the longest most convoluted breakup of your life (even though you’d set the bar pretty high for yourself) during a global pandemic and quarantine where you literally CANNOT move on with your life and get back to some new normal routine? No. Not really, no. I do not.