Have you seen Dear John? So, I actually technically haven’t.  I skimmed it.  But this is the gist I got from it: Girl falls in love with soldier.  Soldier leaves to do his job. Girl tries to wait but can’t so she marries someone else.  Blah blah blah other stuff happens but I don’t really care at that point. Is that really a love story? What IS a love story these days? While thinking this over, yesterday, I melted. And I do mean physically, with a temperature reaching +37 Celsius once you added in the humidex, this Canadian girl was not made for runs that seem like swims in the sticky, thick, sweaty lakeside heat.  I was a hot mess. And not just in the holy-crap-my-knees-are-sweaty way. Because I also mean I melted.  Exploded. Lostallsenseofreasoninmycompleteselfabsorbedangrymess. Right now, I am taking full time classes through university online to finish the degree I started 14 years ago. I am slightly panicked every single time I use the line of credit to pay tuition and worry that I will end up working at Starbucks to pay it off because a B.Sc. majoring in Military Resiliency is both interesting and possibly way to specific for the job hunt that’s coming. I am also working part time at a local inner-city drop in.  Because my kids love Mixed Martial Arts and we love that they are in it and that means I am willing to work to pay their gym fees. That gym?  I’m also going there now to take some strength training classes because the time the kids are in martial arts is the only time I have for…