Freedom

I have a suspicion. It is a difficult thing to admit, even here. I'm not sure what it means.

Breaking up with the boyfriend has made me feel... freer.

Not the kind of sudden high from the onrush of singleton, or the kind of proactive re-invention that you someimes undertake (getting a crazy haircut, getting drunk, falling into a sucession of silly flings - usually in that order), but a kind of opening up. Like an oh, hello, this is me.

In other news, I was awarded a scholarship today.