I wish I could say I wasn’t hurt. But that just isn’t true. I thought I had finally moved on, and this time . . . this time it would be different. Perhaps I was being too forceful. Too aggressive. What if things were actually going my way, but I pushed it too far? It kills me that I can’t seem to catch a break. However, similar to last year, I’m going to accept and move on. Perhaps this was supposed to be nothing more than a a means to divert my attention. Everything happens for a reason. I just need to keep reminding myself that.