Why start a blog? Why did I start a blog??
T.H.E.R.A.P.Y.
I needed to make sense of my mind's ramblings.
I needed an outlet.
Somewhere where I could be semi-anonymous, where I could be angry, sad, happy, up, down, whatever I wanted, and it didn't matter.
I read and follow a bunch of other blogs, and find myself sympathising, empathising, laughing, crying, hoping...
I don't mind if I don't get "followed". For now, this blog is for me and my muddled little head. When I ask a question in a blog post, it is a question to my own muddled little head.
And I just so happen to get an answer most of the time!
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Monday, April 2, 2012
What I did on "THE" day
What did I end up doing on the day I was meant to get married?
I kept myself VERY busy! And others helped keep me busy too.
- I did 5 loads of washing.
- I had a delicious lunch with my beautiful Mum and sister.
- I did the grocery shopping.
- I got a bunch of lovely emails and text messages from awesome friends letting me know they were thinking of me.
- I went out to dinner with a dear friend at a delicious local Vietnamese restaurant and ate so much soft shell crab I thought I would pop.
The day has passed now and I feel oh so much better for it. It doesn't bother me to think that I should now be a married woman. Marriage never really meant as much to me as a loving, committed relationship does.
We're working on the latter. I have my moments, I have my days. Sometimes I look at him and remind myself of how much I love him, other times I look at him and don't like him very much at all.
Yet again, only time will tell. Will time tell?
I kept myself VERY busy! And others helped keep me busy too.
- I did 5 loads of washing.
- I had a delicious lunch with my beautiful Mum and sister.
- I did the grocery shopping.
- I got a bunch of lovely emails and text messages from awesome friends letting me know they were thinking of me.
- I went out to dinner with a dear friend at a delicious local Vietnamese restaurant and ate so much soft shell crab I thought I would pop.
The day has passed now and I feel oh so much better for it. It doesn't bother me to think that I should now be a married woman. Marriage never really meant as much to me as a loving, committed relationship does.
We're working on the latter. I have my moments, I have my days. Sometimes I look at him and remind myself of how much I love him, other times I look at him and don't like him very much at all.
Yet again, only time will tell. Will time tell?
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