or avoiding her. She hardly knew what was going on with them anymore, because the last couple months had been all about her and the break up.
She was extremely grateful that the girls had been there for her. They had been exceptionally supportive—holding her hand every single step of the way. But now she thought that they needed a much deserved break. And looking back at the way her girlfriends had rallied around her, Avery felt that cutting them some slack was the most she could do. She decided to find other ways to cope with what she was going through without having to call her friends all the time. And staying true to her words, she went out the next day and signed up for swimming and Zumba classes at a wellness centre in Manhattan she had found during one of her online searches. And one evening on her way home from work, she stopped in at a hobby shop and bought six yards of wool in three different colors, and a variety of knitting needles.
She had read somewhere that taking up a hobby, especially knitting helped relieve stress. And at this point she was willing to try anything, including self help books to help her get through this.
And she began knitting, using tutorials she found on YouTube, and from the craft books she had checked out at the library.
Her first experiment was a multicolored scarf. And much to her surprise, she found she enjoyed knitting. It was way easier than she thought. And contrary to popular belief, knitting wasn’t only for old and retired ladies, as some people seemed to think. She got the hang of it within days, and spent hours on end in the evenings after work, and on weekends when she didn’t go out, mastering the craft. She completed the scarf in a matter of days, and was already trying her hand at a wool hat for herself.
She also offered extra conferences and after school tutoring for students who were struggling in her classes, which kept her busy for a couple hours after work. And she accepted invitations to plays and functions from friends and acquaintances which she normally would have declined.
She also volunteered at a food bank and community kitchen on 51 st Street. And in the process, she found that she was thinking less and less about Will, and more and more about getting back to her old self before the break up. And she was slowly, but surely getting to the point where Will was beginning to feel like someone in her past—a wonderful and sad part of her past. And although she wasn’t entirely over him, she knew she was getting there.
And there were actual days where she didn’t cry as much, or got overly emotional just thinking about him. And it didn’t take her long to realize that keeping herself extremely busy and surrounded by positive and caring people were helping her in more ways than she could imagine. More importantly, she was beginning to feel like herself again. She was beginning to heal. She was on her way to forgetting about Will once and for all. She was finally on the mend.
Ten
Weeks after the break up, Avery discovered that she had completely lost her appetite. Her favorite foods didn’t appeal to her anymore. And understandably, she blamed her lack of appetite and her very sensitive stomach on going through the motions of the break up.
And whatever little food she did manage to eat, she had a hard time keeping it down. She had thought of going to the doctor, but other than the bouts of nausea she was experiencing now and then, she had no other health issues, and she was feeling fine otherwise. She had always been healthy, so she dismissed the entire thing to her body reacting negatively to stress. She still wasn’t sleeping well.
By her calculation, she had
She was extremely grateful that the girls had been there for her. They had been exceptionally supportive—holding her hand every single step of the way. But now she thought that they needed a much deserved break. And looking back at the way her girlfriends had rallied around her, Avery felt that cutting them some slack was the most she could do. She decided to find other ways to cope with what she was going through without having to call her friends all the time. And staying true to her words, she went out the next day and signed up for swimming and Zumba classes at a wellness centre in Manhattan she had found during one of her online searches. And one evening on her way home from work, she stopped in at a hobby shop and bought six yards of wool in three different colors, and a variety of knitting needles.
She had read somewhere that taking up a hobby, especially knitting helped relieve stress. And at this point she was willing to try anything, including self help books to help her get through this.
And she began knitting, using tutorials she found on YouTube, and from the craft books she had checked out at the library.
Her first experiment was a multicolored scarf. And much to her surprise, she found she enjoyed knitting. It was way easier than she thought. And contrary to popular belief, knitting wasn’t only for old and retired ladies, as some people seemed to think. She got the hang of it within days, and spent hours on end in the evenings after work, and on weekends when she didn’t go out, mastering the craft. She completed the scarf in a matter of days, and was already trying her hand at a wool hat for herself.
She also offered extra conferences and after school tutoring for students who were struggling in her classes, which kept her busy for a couple hours after work. And she accepted invitations to plays and functions from friends and acquaintances which she normally would have declined.
She also volunteered at a food bank and community kitchen on 51 st Street. And in the process, she found that she was thinking less and less about Will, and more and more about getting back to her old self before the break up. And she was slowly, but surely getting to the point where Will was beginning to feel like someone in her past—a wonderful and sad part of her past. And although she wasn’t entirely over him, she knew she was getting there.
And there were actual days where she didn’t cry as much, or got overly emotional just thinking about him. And it didn’t take her long to realize that keeping herself extremely busy and surrounded by positive and caring people were helping her in more ways than she could imagine. More importantly, she was beginning to feel like herself again. She was beginning to heal. She was on her way to forgetting about Will once and for all. She was finally on the mend.
Ten
Weeks after the break up, Avery discovered that she had completely lost her appetite. Her favorite foods didn’t appeal to her anymore. And understandably, she blamed her lack of appetite and her very sensitive stomach on going through the motions of the break up.
And whatever little food she did manage to eat, she had a hard time keeping it down. She had thought of going to the doctor, but other than the bouts of nausea she was experiencing now and then, she had no other health issues, and she was feeling fine otherwise. She had always been healthy, so she dismissed the entire thing to her body reacting negatively to stress. She still wasn’t sleeping well.
By her calculation, she had
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