I caught up with an old friend recently and he asked about my love life.
Oh, I’m sorry.
Eh, I’m not. What would I do with a love life if I had one right now? Leave it at home with a dogsitter? I’m out of town, I’m throwing myself into a new position and I’m sick.
I’m not sorry that I’m not neglecting anyone at the moment.
I’m not sorry that I’m focusing completely on me and my life for the foreseeable future. It’s starting to feel like a real choice I’ve made for me.
I really like that.