My previous entry was completed 5 months ago. How appropriate since the timing is entirely accurate. Short story: Broken heart. Pray for a new boy. Get him the day after the prayer. Date him for five months. Break up. Pull up my blog. 5 months later.
As you may be able to tell, everything is going as I planned. (Sense the sarcasm for it has been laid on thick.)
There are days I feel no different from the 14 year old I once was. Will I ever be smart enough or pretty enough? Will I ever get the boy? Will I get the job of my dreams? Will I ever be gut-wrenchingly happy? Just a painful sort of” stomachache, post-Easter sugar gluttony coma” happy?
Alright. Just a “I feel peace” happy?
And still, I feel extremely blessed. Because thirty something could be a whole lot worse.
