This post has nothing really to do with religion, but I just love that quote 🙂
Since I (thought) I’d figured out who I was, I met an amazing man. I’m not exaggerating when I say, he is the man of my dreams. He’s everything I pictured when I was younger. I refused to settle – I was hassled constantly by family (thanks Nanny) – that I was going to end up alone if I didn’t settle down. Even that term lends itself to not really finding the perfect person – but choosing one who’s “close enough”. Bugger that.
So, to cut a long story short, we will be hunting for a house together soon. He wants to get married, he wants to make me happy. There’s so many wonderful things on the horizon, and I feel like this addiction is blocking my view of it. At the moment, I’ve had 4 x 2 pills @ 5pm. About a third of what I would normally have popped by now. And that’s exciting, and positive – on one side. But on the other, they’re on my mind. Constantly. I can’t imagine my tomorrow – let alone my future.
So this post is to remind me, further down the road, that I have some very exciting moments in front of me. I have a feeling I’m going to need it. But I’m determined – and I’m heading home. Slowly.