I was always the gal who said I wouldn't change one bit if I ever got married. I was so naive and now I am totally eating my words.
I recently quit my job. A job I had been working at for eight years. A job I was pretty damn good at. And it feels so weird to type that.
At first it was really hard for me. I felt like somehow I was betraying my friends or that I was being a bad friend. My friendships are genuinely important to me and I don’t ever want my friends to feel like they don’t matter or like Mr. T matters more. I’ve been the friend on the other side of things. I know how it feels to be tossed aside the second that a guy comes along.
I have no idea what's happening, but I've been having some crazy dreams. Ever Mr. T and I got engaged I've had this same dream over and over again. It's almost freaking me out. I don’t know a lot about dreams and what they mean (I once wrote a paper in college about it, but that was far too long ago). I don't think it's necessarily the content of the dream, but the fact that I keep having it.
Now it’s different. We go out to eat and/or have a few drinks and we come home two hours later. We could stay out much, much later but honestly there are times when getting some ice cream and watching a TV show on the couch or in bed just sounds better. (I know that’s totally corny and I’m sorry) And sometimes staying at home with some vodka (some movie about a huge gator with Tiffany and Debbie Gibson) is the most epic night ever.
“The way I see it, I can either cross the street, or I can keep waiting for another few years of green lights to go by.” Camryn Manheim
I was a dating blogger for nearly four years. But now that I’m engaged it doesn’t seem fitting to blog about that anymore. I will still write about dating from time to time, it’s just not the focus of my blog anymore.