When I'm trying to move on (from a boy, lost job opportunity, fight with a friend, etc) I adhere strictly to the the "out of sight, out of mind" school of thought. I will "unsubscribe" from you on Facebook in an effort to shield my eyes from you smiling with the girl you're currently in love with. I will skip a dinner where I will have to interact with you. I will throw myself full steam ahead into a new project. I will mantra until I can't mantra no more. Every once in a while I will torture myself. Just a little bit. Just the tip. Just to see how it feels. (What movie people?)
Last night I looked at someones Facebook page that I hadn't in months and...I felt nothing. I did not get that awful pit in my stomach. Nada. Zilch. In fact, I think I felt happy. Not necessarily for this person, but for myself. So, yeah, that's fun and new. Really new. I think it was a sign that I finally accept the role this person has played in my life. Do not get me wrong, acceptance can be a bitch. But, once you have it, it is so worth the work it took to get there.
Oh and do not follow my example. I will NOT be testing myself like that any time soon.