Somehow, I got through yesterday without any tears. Part of it was that I had this goal -- to get those gifts out in the mail on time -- and my day centered around that. Last night, in bed, I kept my thoughts on the next gifts. I've also been thinking about the gift that I can give myself: to do things that make me happy. After moving here, I stopped taking dance classes. I've committed to enrolling in one in the upcoming week.
Today, my gift will be donating the clothes I've had sitting in my laundry room for the past two months. Not only is this necessary, as a new housemate will be moving in this weekend, but it's also cathartic. Although nothing in those bags has anything to do with the relationship that just ended, they are things from my past. It's a sign of new beginnings. I keep reminding myself of that, and it feels good. Giving these still-lovely things to someone who will appreciate them freshly also feels good.
Thank you, everyone, for your support and warm thoughts. I felt them holding me together throughout my day.