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Alone again, naturally. Enjoyed my little Friday night spinster ritual of taking myself out for sushi and sake. On this visit, I grabbed the coveted spot by the open windows and watched as passerby began their weekend while I sat in content silence.

This morning, I wrote in my journal: “Although this relationship was brief, I was never lying to myself or acting in a disconnected, unconscious way. And that may be why I don’t feel any of the "broken-ness” that seemed to haunt my previous breakups. So, yes, I am single again, but I really feel no different at my core. There’s no muted self or stifled essence or wounded heart to repair. The aftercare in this case is contemplation and self-inquiry—the continuation of an ongoing practice that I’ve never ceased.“