I made a decision a week or so ago. I am taking myself to California for my birthday.

Cory and I are going to go to Disneyland and ride the Haunted Mansion and Pirates...go to Cars Land...eat soft pretzels shaped like Mickey Mouse. Maybe I'll buy some ears and wear them all day long.

Then we'll do some sightseeing in LA and eat somewhere fabulous and do some more fabulous things and toast me turning 23 (again).

Right in this moment...I am absolutely, positively, heartbreakingly certain that I made the right decision.

Every single solitary penny that that trip costs is going to have been worth it because I fucking deserve it.

Sometimes, someone twists a knife you didn't even realize was still there.