I realized that I had fallen into the trap of thinking there were certain "rules" of dating that I needed to follow.
Today, 2.74 years, 1,000 days, or 1,440,000 minutes after I stopped drinking, I’m reflecting on the way things have changed from Day 1 to Day 1000.
Because sometimes sharing the story helps... and names have been changed, because I'm not a monster.
Now I’m 26-years-old and writing this on a sleek, lightweight MacBook Air. I could fit four of these laptops into that old bag. In fact, I’m not sure the last time Apple has even created a laptop that could even fill half of that bag. Still, I can’t fathom getting rid of it.
As I’m having a superficial meltdown, the security guard approached Jeremy & asked, “Has anyone ever told you that you look like Ryan Gosling?” HEY, COOL, THANKS! We’ll just change our wedding theme to Beauty & the Beast.
Because we need to stop complaining and envying. Let's put on our big girl (or boy) pants, and do the hard things.
I’m not going to minimize the things that have gone wrong, but I think it’s so refreshing to reflect on all of the things that have gone right. This year, I’m thankful for so, so, so many things.
She asked me, “Do you ever get homesick?” But where would I be homesick for?
She said, “Should I call Mom or Dad?” In my frustration over not being taken seriously, I said, “Better try Mom, since DAD JUST DIED!” I was a gem, wasn’t I?
It seems like as soon as I get too comfortable someplace, I get a strange desire to shake it up, make new plans, and seek out excitement.