Tomorrow is my 31st birthday. I’m not having a party and I’m not morning the death of my youth. I just want to go out for dinner. Here’s an excerpt from the book I am slowly reading.
To avoid beautiful thoughts turning into suffering, she developed a method: when something positive to do with him came into her head, she would stop what she was doing, smile up at the sky and give thanks for being alive and to be expecting nothing from the man she loved.
On the other hand, if her heart began to complain about his absence, she would say to herself:
“Oh, so you want to think about that, do you? All right, then, you do what you like, while I get on with more important things.”