I know I said New Moon gave me perspective but clearly I was being dramatic. The book has the worst of happy endings where she realizes her grief was unnecessary because he only left her because he loved her. Meow. Lame. I need a new mourning muse.
I resorted to the one thing that will never fail to give me perspective. Spending the afternoon in an orphanage in Mexico. How can you be less happy than children who have nothing? You can't. How about that for looking at the bigger picture. . .