Old things leave, new things come in

Today was my last day at my current job. It is no longer my current job; it is in the past. I feel nostalgic and sentimental already. I feel like I want to cry from sadness.

I attended an online meeting of Sexual Compulsives Anonymous last night. It was strange. Very cold and distant. I've tried to control my compulsive sexual behavior before, and it usually goes well for awhile, but then I hit a stumbling block, and fall back into my old behavior. The meeting seemed rather strange, because I've just been letting myself go lately, sexually that is. I could relate to what they were saying, but intellectually, not emotionally. It didn't really connect. But I've decided to start trying to become "sober" now, so I bet I'll be able to relate to what they are saying more in a week or two, when the pressure starts to build.