Yes really. Just look at you - home, work, home, work. You need to do something productive." Fab explained with agitated eyes because of my laughter. "Did you call for plumber?" I remembered. "Changing subject isn't going to work" she rolled her eyes. "You need to open up Nel, do things. Stop torturing yourself. Don't give me that rubbish that you won't meet another man - that he was the right one - he was the love of your life. Indeed 3 years together is a long time but everyone always says that when they split up... I guarantee you can get over him but not if you continue to hibernate like you've been" she finished. It brought some memories, bad memories of the ex. But I splashed my face with water. "SO?" she asked. "What else does it say there, professor Fab?" I sighed. She smiled and continued "It's about trying to get more interests, re-evaluating and re-balancing. Apparently if you set yourself a goal for 14 days - or depending on your work schedule: 14 tasks - you'll gain more confidence, become a more focused, open person" she was getting really excited. I sighed dramatically. "Look. I'm not saying it's to meet a man. There's nothing to lose though. Worst that could happen - you'll do things you've never done before. Best outcome - maybe you'll meet 'the one'" she quoted with her fingers over-emphasising. I rolled my eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. "Are you sure you shouldn't be a motivational speaker?" I asked with a hint of sarcasm. "The most important thing is to keep busy and be on to new opportunities. Look, I want to help you. And I'm tired of your pathetic excuses love" she put on an British accent. I knew she was right. But was I ready? "Don't furrow your eyebrows at me" she pointed as I didn't realise I did. "Well, I may have some... spare time... for 14 new things" I started cautiously. She leaped up and hugged me wetting her sleeves. "That's my girl! Ok I'll think of some challenges for you. This is so exciting!" she squealed and left the bathroom before I could say another word. I've had enough of this self-pity I found myself in. I looked at my hairy legs. I examined my split hair ends. Bare nails. 'That's enough' I thought.