There was a time when I felt OBSESSED with knowing what my T did on the weekend. I really, REALLY wanted to know what he was doing, who he was with, if he was happy, etc.

Finally, one weekend, I felt frustrated with how constantly it kept popping into my head, so I decided to just let myself wonder. I went and laid on my bed and set a timer for 15 minutes, and told myself I was going to allow myself to think about T and what he was doing for 15 straight minutes.

I pictured him at the grocery store and the clothing store. I imagined him hiking and mowing the lawn and cooking on the grill.

And I started to get bored.

I had to force myself to get through the 15 minutes. It felt LONG. But I did it, and when I was done, I was DONE. I had let myself imagine, and I was ready to move on.

It was a really helpful exercise, and it freed me and my brain to participate in my real life.