Timing?

So, it's been two months since the split, and it's feeling more final than ever. After a brief spurt of Keith and I talking, we haven't. During our last conversation he asked about the possibility of us getting together again, and I told him I didn't see that happening. Seriously, after three and a half years of working on the relationship only to have it implode, what's the point of beating the proverbial dead horse? Especially after a few weeks when I came to the realization that I could really find someone else who I'd be more compatible with. A point kind of emphasized at my party when I was thinking about how much I enjoy those who came and how he was usually either indifferent, or outright negative, about my friends. Like his friends were all that great. Besides, I'm fine on my own. Singlehood has its advantages.

But, I digress. Today I gave the news to two people I've been putting off telling. Both are friends who've moved away, and I kept wrestling how to fit it in to a casual "hello" message. One's already replied, saying lovely supportive things. Then, the other day I told my friend Dorothy and she said, I kid you not, "I'm so excited for you." No malice, I promise, but simply putting a positive spin on it. The thing is, when she said it, I couldn't help but feel excited for me too.

I've reached a point where I feel like I've moved on. This bothers me a bit. It feels like it was too easy. Or is that just an indication that, despite my wanting it to be otherwise, we hadn't been working so well for a while? Feels like that second one.

Now comes the million dollar question, what next? If I'm over and done with him, am I ready to be interested in someone new?