Telling yourself to be humble, singing yourself to be free.

It was an emotional and difficult process, but this weekend I did in fact "set myself free." And as has been the case time and time again in this relationship, things did not go as expected. Come Monday morning, not only did I not find myself single, but I was (and am) more pleased and comfortable with that not-single status that I have been in some time.

Just goes to show, being true to yourself is always the way to go. Even if the outcome is potentially painful or unpleasant. I mean, if you opt for the path that assures you a painless present, ultimately the comfort is going to wear thin as it rubs against the knowledge that you compromised or denied some crucial part of yourself to achieve it, right?

I think that’s right. And that’s why on Sunday, after three days of solitary and personal reflection, I decided to “take the bull by the horns” and act as I did—despite the potentially heartbreaking consequences. One thing about me: I am not afraid of making decisions. I take that back. Sometimes I’m afraid of making decisions; but it’s especially when I feel that telltale fear that I force myself to make them.

And as always, the trial associated with making this particular decision was a learning experience. I love the person I’m with right now. And he loves me. We’ve established that time and time again. But now I also have a much clearer picture of things I can and cannot accept within the boundaries of that love. And crap, that makes me happy. And to top it off, we’re still together. And I’m happier about that now than I was before this weekend. So we’ll see how it goes.