"So he calls me up and he's like, 'I still love you.' This is EXHAUSTING."

So Taylor Swift says, "never ever ever," and Adam Levine says "baby, give me one more night."

Who do you listen to?

It's so much easier to listen to Adam, right?  I mean...look at him...

But this is the most important thing he sings, y'all: 

"I'll be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself.
And I'll be waking up, feeling satisfied but guilty as hell."

Mhmmm. 

If you are one of these people that make your friends REAL nervous when they see you looking at your phone in the bar because maybe you have a contact in your phone that, instead of an actual human name, reads "DO NOT CALL THIS MOTHAF***A" and yet...you know you probably gonna call that mothaf***a anyway...(or that bitch...could be a girl...this is a not a "let's hate on men" post)...it is a NEW year.  Get it together.

If you have been in a relationship with someone who has broken up with you only to call you crying a few weeks later saying that they were sorry and they do NOT know what they were thinking, and then you get back with them for a few months only to have them break up with you AGAIN, rinse, and repeat...it is a NEW year.  Get it together.

If you are only reading this because you decided to take a 5 minute break from Facebook stalking your ex...it is a NEW year.  Get it TOGETHER.

Recycling is good for the environment, but it is NOT good for your love life.  There is an incredible freedom and inner peace that comes from declaring with absolute certainty that you are done with someone.  That peace doesn't come until after the heart-crushing feeling of devastating loss wears off...but...the feeling does wear off, and then you are left with the peace.

So next time you get the urge to go digging for bad ideas in the compost heap that is your dating history, remind yourself of this:  there is someone out there for you who is going to make you happier than you ever dreamed you could be and you have not met this person yet. 

And you know what? Maybe you ARE meant to be with your high school sweetheart.  Maybe the 47th time around with your ex will be the charm. Maybe your exboyfriend will come running up to you on the streets of Paris like Big did to Carrie and rescue you from a life of loneliness only to break your heart one final time before actually marrying you.  But you can't live your life thinking like that, because if any of those things are going to happen, they won't happen because you forced them. 

So for now, just sing it out like Taylor and repeat after me:  "We are NEVER EVER EVER getting back together."

Keep the faith and keep it moving.