How soon is too soon?

You should always allow time to mourn over a lost relationship. Or should you?

How do you decide how much time you should take off before you move on?

At the end of last year my friend was in this situation where she had broken up with her boyfriend. Two months later, she found someone else, someone she felt that she really liked, someone she thought there might be a future with. But she felt unsure whether or not to take it to the next level because she was afraid of what people might say, that it was too soon. Nevertheless, she decided to take the chance and they're still happily together about half a year on. But what if she didn't? What if she decided not to just because it was "too soon"?

What is "too soon"? When did we let social obligations decide our hearts? Have we all really started to let others decide on what should be a decision made between two people and no one else?

Sure, It'll be hard. So people will talk. But tough. People love gossip it's a fact. But eventually, there's a new juicy scandal for packs of wolves to feast on. You just have to tough it out.

Would you really rather let someone slip through your grasp instead of taking the chance to see how far the two of you could go, just because you're worried about what people think?

Do you really think there is a "too soon"?

I don't. Your heart knows when you're ready, no one else can decide that for you.


xx
BakerGirl

Regrets.

We all have them.

But is it really regret? Or just fear of letting go of the comforting blanket of security, of knowing, to move into the unknown.

Are you afraid of the unknown? I know I am.

Sometimes I feel like just turning back. But I've made the leap so forwards is the only way to go.

xx,
BakerGirl

How do you...

...give up a relationship that's lasted three years?

There are reasons why we're still hanging on.

Because of the fear of wasted time.

Because of the fear of starting over.

Because of the fear of being alone.

I'm afraid.

It's hard, it's going to be hard, but the break up has to occur eventually.

I can't keep up this charade any longer. I'm sorry.

It's going to happen today. Courage, help me.

And help him.


xx,
BakerGirl

Reasons not to go for classes.

Ah, Autumn.

To be fair, Autumn's long gone.

Spring should be on its way but the weather's being its usual bitchy self. Sunny days seem to be colder than cloudy ones. And we're actually at the stage where we have all four seasons in a day.

Only in the UK.

A friend and I were disscussing weather gods the other day, friend decided that the weather god in charge of the UK must be a woman. The friend who said this, of course, is male.

I shall now blame the weather for my constant state of pms.

But I'm a nice person. Really! =D

And I can always find other excuses besides piles of leaves not to go to class.

xx,
BakerGirl

In training.

For a charity run in 2 weeks.

So cannot make it.

Went running with CrazyFitFriend who gradually left me behind in the dust while I feebly trailed along. There's a good reason why she's doing the 3 mile run while I'm only doing One Measly Mile.

I'm not buildt to run in the Great Outdoors with all of nature's elements in my face. The chilly breeze, the insects, the dust.

Give me a treadmill in an enviroment controlled gym with MTV blaring on the TV anytime.

Oh and some buff gym bunnies (of the male variety) to admire while I'm running wouldn't hurt.

Ass cramped. Now excuse me while I sit in a heap and pant.

xx,
BakerGirl

It still blows.

The wind, that is.

Found this left on my messenger this morning.

MinorRoyal: Darling, if you're walking around campus this morning and happen to see any notebook pages with my writing flying about, pick them up and keep them for me.

Apparently a whole stack of papers blew away from him.

Fat chance that I'll come across any. The only place I'll be going to till the wind dies down is back to bed. So unless the pages decide to fly in through my window, they're left to journey the big bad world out there.

Crazy strong wind.

Maybe if I turn my heater up to high, lie down, and close my eyes, I can imagine I'm at a beach somewhere far away with the breeze blowing and waves crashing. It certainly sounds like it.

Either that, or a typhoon is headed this way.

xx,

BakerGirl

Bridge Addicts.

I think I might be in danger of becoming one. Might.

Too lethargic to be bothered right now, have left the rest downstairs to continue playing.

The tiramisu did perk me up for a while. But not enough to be socialble for hours on end.

Damned British weather, the wind is howling outside my window. Not a night to be out. I'd probably blow away.

What I need, is a hot mug of green tea and my reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

A warm body would be good too. But what are the chances. The one I want is thousands of miles away. A closer appoximant of 6557 miles or 10552 kilometres, according to WikiAnswers.

So it's just me, Patrick dog, hot tea and my reruns for now.

Goodnight. Sweet dreams.

xx,

BakerGirl