NY state of mind

The past few days have been hard again. I spent my entire 3 hour bike ride on Sunday cursing at my ex under my breath. I just can't seem to crack the pain associated with the break up of this relationship. I find myself trying to make sense of it all. I want to understand the "why" and yet, I think answers are still several months down the road. The trip to NY this week for work comes at a good time. Sometimes a change in location is all you need to get your mind off of things. After my work conference ends on Friday, I'll be joining my sis (who currently resides in Manhattan) and my Mom for a fun girl's weekend. So cheers to New York... and setting the current trappings of life aside for a New York "state of mind."

-kimmy

friends

Another weekend surrounded by great friends. Between friends and Colbie Caillat's new album I feel as though I can conquer any breakup!

Due to such popular demand, I have loaded the Colorado pictures to flickr. Here are a couple of the snapshots from 4th of July weekend.

Well, off to bed so I can rise early. Stage 14 in the Le Tour tomorrow should prove to be another exciting adventure!

handbags.com

Sar-bear has been hard at work over the last few months launching handbags.com. Her daily posts inspire even a 2-tote wonder like myself. But be sure to include the "s" in handbags. Mom found herself shopping at a competitors site until Sarah stepped in and cracked the whipp.



Congrats, sis!

moving forward

The past few days have brought an assortment of emotions. They come in ebs and flows... like a swing. I find myself trying to drag my feet in the sand. I'm in search of solid ground, or maybe just a little less motion. But as many have said, this is part of the grieving process. It's important to go with those flows and share with those you love how you're doing each and every step of the way.

The evening was so special for me. I spent the night with several 'old souls.' It felt very healing to talk about the pain of losing this relationship. One of the gals asked to describe the old Kim, the one who had a little more kick in her step. I talked about Kara and I's backpacking trip to Europe when we smuggled ourselves on a train leaving Barcelona. I shared the story about Kara attempting to punch bird man (and performing a full 360 spin in her sandals when she 'whiffed'). I talked about our night in San Sebastian when the two scrawny British boys lost our key to the hostel and we had to climb our way through the window.

Then I returned home to find a phone call from my teammate. She had called to check in.

It's moments like these when I think, yes...I'm going to weather the storm.

-kimmy

friends in high places

My boyfriend of the last 2+ years decided he was done with our relationship this weekend. I've been slapped with a wave of emotions, but I'm actually starting to feel a bit of relief. It's tough to end something that works so well, even when it's missing some of the key fundamentals to make it last through the long trek. I credit him for having the audacity to end it.

I've been in survival mode ever since, calling every friend and family member I knew who will listen to me cry, and cry again. Most of my family and friends are still back in Colorado, so I decided head back in time to watch fireworks at elevation. Nothing beats a star-filled backdrop when you're watching those fireworks go off. Thank God for friends in "high" places...

-kimmy