I pass Georgia in my car. She's walking to work today, wearing a thick coat and a scarf. She must be pretty cold. I don't slow down or stop. I don't offer her a ride. If anything, I put my foot down, hoping that she won't see me pass her.

I know I should be more upset that I broke up with my girlfriend yesterday, but I can't bring myself to feel anything except relief.

It surprises me.

My life has completely changed in the last twenty-four hours and I don't think it's a ...