This year I could write a book about it.
I won't thought. I don't need to go through it again.
No one should ever have to experience that.
I try not to dwell though.
I really don't these days.
I'm moving forward.
It's a slow process.
I'm so thankful to have all the people in my life lately (who know everything).
I honestly have the best girl friends in the world and I love them so so so much.
And my boys, oh my boys, who have been there for me in a way that even the girls have struggled with.
And of course my family, for whom, I'm sure, this was hardest on (after myself). My dad said having a child is kind of like having your heart walking around in public completely vulnerable. I can't imagine how tough it must be to watch and let life happen. Not looking forward to that part of parenthood.
I'm not sure what to expect from 22.
- Some heartache of the man variety might be nice, although I'd much rather something work out of course. The reason I say this is because I'd like to have the chance to stick it out instead of running away (physically disappearing or pretending to be a super boring person so the other person leaves first) even if I get my heart broken.
- More creativity within the worlds of music and art. Brandon and I are starting a band. I'm incredibly nervous, but psyched at the same time. I need to make more time for my creativity.
- The birth of my friend's baby/Guess who's throwing the baby shower?! Me!
- Other unexpected surprises both good and bad. I think I'm up to the challenge either way.
