Why don’t you come to your senses?
(2/3 are Canadian! True patriot looooove!)
Move over, BCBG. You been pwn’d.
Wouldn’t be right to start off the new year without mentioning some kind of a plan for twenty thirteen. We are, after all, entering the post end-of-world era. Any planning we get to do now is a BONUS, like the $20 bill I found in my winter coat pocket the other day. (tee-hee!)
Here are BEAN’s achievables, because I think I still have an ounce of optimism in me:
So, I’m one month into this marriage thingamabob, and I can definitely say that the title of a wife is something I am not yet used to. I’d like to think that I can still act like me and that my relationship with the man is no different than the previous 8 years we spent together, but truth is, a marriage is something else. I’m searching for a way to live as me, while submerged in a different home, different family, different spiritual home, different world.. Sometimes I wake up and wonder where I am. I’m homesick, but I am ready to be a Mrs. Let’s do this.
With every breath that you take in your sleep, it is a resounding reminder that I am not alone.
Oh good times. Now I have to focus on “being a proper lady” for the next 2 months. Wish me luck
Okay? Blogs are people too!
Anyway, wedding prep is going down smooooooth like bailey’s. Money is also flying out from pockets I didn’t even know I had. Hey, glad to report to general public that Davis and I are still getting along like cool people would. Haven’t sensed any bridezilla-ness in myself yet, but Davis can tell you more.
Friends are also all trying to help us save money. YES! You guys are GOLD to us.
It doesn’t feel so great when you try your hardest at something and the results don’t pan out according to the efforts you’ve put in. It sometimes feels like I’m launching shots at the dark, with no feedback on whether I am even at least aiming in the right direction.
The effort doesn’t really count, especially when I am starting to lose interest in caring about the process intrinsically. At the end of the day, what keeps me going is momentum. Thank God I am hardwired to keep things moving along. It’s a good thing I don’t know what stop means.
.. to the Rock I cling!