I'm Over It

Today I decided that I'm over it. No more talking about it, wondering about it, being sad about it, bitter about it, mad about it. All those emotions don't change the fact of the matter. So what's the point? Life is too short for me to be consumed by situations that I can't change and focused on people that I can't control. I loved. I lost. I learned. And those are the only three things I can really ask for in a situation like this.

Do I still really, really like Trump? Of course. Am I going to dwell on this situation (not just the baby thing but all of it)? No. I can't. I'm over it. I tried. I gave everything I could give. I did everything I knew to do. At this point, I'm beating a dead horse, pouring water into an ocean, crying over spilled milk -- pick your analogy. It's all useless. The only thing left to do is get over it.

No more stewing, over-analyzing, wondering, trying to put it all together in my head. What is the point of that? Why be angry and upset? People are going through much rougher times than I am right now. I have bigger fish to fry. I learned a lot though and I am thankful for that.

Plus, I am thankful that even after everything, "I'm still standin like The Statue of Liberty". And I owe that to the grace of God :)