I’m about to make some very bad choices. A whole weekend’s worth in fact. But bad choices that are also good for me? If that makes any sense. It’s certainly not moving on. The pain of not being with Goof is still with me in a very real and acute way every single minute of every single day. But I’m taking a weekend. I’m going to be young and careless and downright stupid. This weekend I’m not mom. I’m not responsible. I’m not even all that considerate of others, truth be told.