On October 3, 2010, we got engaged! :) I can't say that it was as romantic and dreamy as in the movies, but it was very sweet and simple---our style to say the least. J had asked me months before--casually as I was on the way to the airport--and I said yes. I didn't think that I would get a ring at the time that I did. That part was really a shock to me and exciting. All he said was, "I have something for you..." He's so humble and that's one of the things that I love so much. :)
The interesting part of all of this, however was that I didn't tell anyone at first. I texted my childhood friend and she didn't respond until the next day. I didn't tell my parents and I didn't tell my brother. In fact, I told my brother and the lady who introduced us the next day at the airport and I didn't tell my parents for two weeks!! I have just recently told my friends! It wasn't that I was embarrassed--I was just mortified. I am very protective of my relationship and I didn't want anyone to talk badly about us for any reason. I was also very concerned about not only what my parents would say, but also about my own reaction to their reaction. I was very, very scared....even today.
My parents didn't react the way that I would've hoped and I had seen what things had been like for my little brother during his engagement. I didn't want things to go that way for us. My mother stopped talking to me for some hours and I immediately thought that I had done something wrong. I have come to realize that during our courtship, I had been told so many negative things about myself and so many doors had been closed that I had lost faith in my own ability to make decision for myself. I had begun to have more faith in the words that my parents said or the negative daily news than in God. It's embarrassing, but it is very much the truth. I figured that older people or other people in general had more knowledge than me. I have always been one to take advice before I make decisions because I want to do the right things in my life. That's the way that I was raised--ask knowledgeable people so that you can make an informed decision. I never considered that my heart and my dreams can be as valid as anyone else. Things have not been perfect, but I know the core of my fiance and I can't deny my heart. I am seeing God's favor this year and I'm really grateful.
I am tired of being anxious and nervous after being harassed by my family and I have begun to trust and believe in not only God, but myself. I still have days when I worry about what others will think of me and I am careful about the things that I say, but I am getting better. I think that I feel this way because of how things were when I first told other people that I was dating. That was not a good time for me. My prayer is that I will not continue to be a nervous person and I will see the fullness of God because I believe. I am very, very grateful for the new and good things that are in store for me. It's my turn now. :)
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Chapter 60: It's a Love Story
I was driving home today and I suddenly smiled because I thought about the man that has become the love of my life. Our love story is an interesting one. There are days when I find myself sad and frustrated because it doesn't and hasn't played out like so many other relationships that I have seen. I often have people to come to me and say that my relationship won't work or I need to leave him because of our 8 1/2 hour distance or because he hasn't proposed yet (after 2 years). Amid all of the frustration, I have found that I can still have peace and assurance in what I have. I have always believed in angels, but now I really see that there are angels that help you make it through this life and they may come in packages or at times that you may not expect.
I met my love at a time in my life when I probably was about to give up on many things--men, fake friends, among many other things. I was at the end of a school year when I was teaching part-time at a high school, interning part-time at a middle school, and finishing my last semester in grad school. That very week I found out that I didn't pass my comprehensive exam for graduation and I had had it with my "friends" leaving me out of everything. I remember praying that day and asking God again for a friend that not only genuinely loved me, but he would be happy when he sees that I'm happy, he would be honest, patient, and had a passion for something other than himself. As the song says, "I needed more than just a man, I needed a friend. Someone I can talk to, someone who really listens." I had prayed similar prayers many times before, but somehow this time was different. Within hours, I got a phone call from my old supervisor, now my friend. I remember being very nervouse because no one calls me on my house phone and I thought that it was going to be my crazy cousin that I was trying to avoid. Thank God it wan't my cousin!
She told me that I needed a friend and she had someone in mind. She said--"he's going to call you soon." While she said that I said, I have to ask more questions...like...what's his name? What does he look like? Is he crazy? Does he have kids? She told me what I needed to know, but our conversation was short. She said again, he going to call you soon. Can he call you? I said yes. From that day, we talked everyday for a week and between the phone calls and text messages, we met for the first time for dinner on April 1, 2008--April Fool's Day---go figure. :) While I thought that it was a blind date--he had already seen pictures of me. While I can't say that I was instantly in love with him, I knew that he could be a good friend of mine. I was told that I was sent a friend and not a boyfriend so I didn't think past anything other than a friendship. I prayed for it for awhile and over time, I feel in love with him.
I was so excited that I finally had a man that respected me, he kept his word, he was genuinely sweet, and he cared about me. I thought wow..I am highly favored. But within a few months, he lost his teaching job. Because he, like me, had been thinking of moving to the Charlotte area and no jobs had open here for him, he left. He had gotten another job there. I remember being devastated because I didn't understand, but I know that there was a purpose in it. He decided that he would rather leave me in Florida than move into my house and use me while he was unemployed. As tough as it has been being seperated, I understand that it was the right thing to do. On this side of the situation, I am grateful and I know there is love in his heart for me. Today we still commute to see each other. On some trips, he drives 1 1/2 hours each way to pick me up from the airport or he drives the 8 1/2 hours to Florida to visit me while I fly from time to time to visit him. As I made an attempt in my mind to move, not only did I face opposition from my family, the economy completely dropped out of the sky. After a year of living in N. Carolina, he lost his job again. Again, I was devasted because I didn't know what to do, but I did know that I needed to be a consistent force of support for him. I assumed that loosing his job was as devastating for him as him moving was for me. I remember feeling like my breath had been taken away and that no one cared or understood. I wanted so badly for him to cry just like I cried and I wanted someone to say that they understood or that they would be there for me through all of this--but no one did. I supposed that's exactly how he felt---numb. Amid all that people say about what they believe you should do or shouldn't do, I have learned that you have to be faithful not only to yourself, but believe in your situation. That's all that I can do.
This year has been hard because of the unemployment and having to shift gears because of our lack of funds. My confidence level has dropped a bit and again, I have been consistently asked, why haven't you gotten a ring yet. I wish that I could scream and say that we are doing the best that we can right now to survive and that I know that it's coming, but people can be rude sometimes. I simply want to scream---what would you do?! I know that people say that they would do just about anything when the situation isn't them, but if the tables did turn, they would do things completely different than they imagined. It's really hard dreaming a dream and no one believes you and no one can see what you can. I'm sure that is what Ben Franklin thought when when he was creating his inventions or when President Obama became president.
As I consider what the next step should be, it makes me frustrated and sometimes nervous, but I know that there is a reason for all of this. I heard God tell me to just trust Him. That's all that I can do. I had to ask myself the question, am I afraid more of what other people will say or am I more afraid of the God I serve. The fear of the Lord should hold more prescedence than anything. I also have confirmation from God that he is the man that I should marry. With that hope and assurance, I am running forward. Today, my honey has two jobs and he is in school to become a respiratory therapist. I trust him and I trust my God. I may not know what tomorrow holds, but I do know that it will be ok. Now it's just a matter of making my own moves.
I remember that right as the economy has sinking, I had a dream that everything around me was collapsing. The one thing that I do know is that my man was there with me in my dream and he was the only person holding on to me as I screamed as we watched everything crumble around us. I remember that he held me without flinching or even being phased about what was happening. That dream gave me a little assurance that he wouldn't be like some of the other people that I have known in my life. He would stick around.
I can always get mad or annoyed because my love story doesn't look like my friends. I didn't get married shortly after meeting him. I don't have a rich boyfriend that can buy me extravagant things, but I do have a man that loves me. We can't afford to go to on expensive trips or to spend money on expensive pictures, but we do have a great time together. He is a great person and we are compatible. We may not always have money, but we are happy together. That's all that I know. Our love story is far from complete, but what I do know is that we have survived a lot together in just two years. I am thankful for the journey because it has definitely been a test of my faith. I can't say the same for other people. Some women can meet a man and can immediately fall in love and get married without having as many roadblocks as we have. I now understand that we all have our crosses to bear and just because some people haven't had theirs or it's not visible, it doesn't mean that it hasn't happened or that it won't happen. Ultimately, I have grown as a person and once again, I am much stronger than I thought. I thank God for my love.
I met my love at a time in my life when I probably was about to give up on many things--men, fake friends, among many other things. I was at the end of a school year when I was teaching part-time at a high school, interning part-time at a middle school, and finishing my last semester in grad school. That very week I found out that I didn't pass my comprehensive exam for graduation and I had had it with my "friends" leaving me out of everything. I remember praying that day and asking God again for a friend that not only genuinely loved me, but he would be happy when he sees that I'm happy, he would be honest, patient, and had a passion for something other than himself. As the song says, "I needed more than just a man, I needed a friend. Someone I can talk to, someone who really listens." I had prayed similar prayers many times before, but somehow this time was different. Within hours, I got a phone call from my old supervisor, now my friend. I remember being very nervouse because no one calls me on my house phone and I thought that it was going to be my crazy cousin that I was trying to avoid. Thank God it wan't my cousin!
She told me that I needed a friend and she had someone in mind. She said--"he's going to call you soon." While she said that I said, I have to ask more questions...like...what's his name? What does he look like? Is he crazy? Does he have kids? She told me what I needed to know, but our conversation was short. She said again, he going to call you soon. Can he call you? I said yes. From that day, we talked everyday for a week and between the phone calls and text messages, we met for the first time for dinner on April 1, 2008--April Fool's Day---go figure. :) While I thought that it was a blind date--he had already seen pictures of me. While I can't say that I was instantly in love with him, I knew that he could be a good friend of mine. I was told that I was sent a friend and not a boyfriend so I didn't think past anything other than a friendship. I prayed for it for awhile and over time, I feel in love with him.
I was so excited that I finally had a man that respected me, he kept his word, he was genuinely sweet, and he cared about me. I thought wow..I am highly favored. But within a few months, he lost his teaching job. Because he, like me, had been thinking of moving to the Charlotte area and no jobs had open here for him, he left. He had gotten another job there. I remember being devastated because I didn't understand, but I know that there was a purpose in it. He decided that he would rather leave me in Florida than move into my house and use me while he was unemployed. As tough as it has been being seperated, I understand that it was the right thing to do. On this side of the situation, I am grateful and I know there is love in his heart for me. Today we still commute to see each other. On some trips, he drives 1 1/2 hours each way to pick me up from the airport or he drives the 8 1/2 hours to Florida to visit me while I fly from time to time to visit him. As I made an attempt in my mind to move, not only did I face opposition from my family, the economy completely dropped out of the sky. After a year of living in N. Carolina, he lost his job again. Again, I was devasted because I didn't know what to do, but I did know that I needed to be a consistent force of support for him. I assumed that loosing his job was as devastating for him as him moving was for me. I remember feeling like my breath had been taken away and that no one cared or understood. I wanted so badly for him to cry just like I cried and I wanted someone to say that they understood or that they would be there for me through all of this--but no one did. I supposed that's exactly how he felt---numb. Amid all that people say about what they believe you should do or shouldn't do, I have learned that you have to be faithful not only to yourself, but believe in your situation. That's all that I can do.
This year has been hard because of the unemployment and having to shift gears because of our lack of funds. My confidence level has dropped a bit and again, I have been consistently asked, why haven't you gotten a ring yet. I wish that I could scream and say that we are doing the best that we can right now to survive and that I know that it's coming, but people can be rude sometimes. I simply want to scream---what would you do?! I know that people say that they would do just about anything when the situation isn't them, but if the tables did turn, they would do things completely different than they imagined. It's really hard dreaming a dream and no one believes you and no one can see what you can. I'm sure that is what Ben Franklin thought when when he was creating his inventions or when President Obama became president.
As I consider what the next step should be, it makes me frustrated and sometimes nervous, but I know that there is a reason for all of this. I heard God tell me to just trust Him. That's all that I can do. I had to ask myself the question, am I afraid more of what other people will say or am I more afraid of the God I serve. The fear of the Lord should hold more prescedence than anything. I also have confirmation from God that he is the man that I should marry. With that hope and assurance, I am running forward. Today, my honey has two jobs and he is in school to become a respiratory therapist. I trust him and I trust my God. I may not know what tomorrow holds, but I do know that it will be ok. Now it's just a matter of making my own moves.
I remember that right as the economy has sinking, I had a dream that everything around me was collapsing. The one thing that I do know is that my man was there with me in my dream and he was the only person holding on to me as I screamed as we watched everything crumble around us. I remember that he held me without flinching or even being phased about what was happening. That dream gave me a little assurance that he wouldn't be like some of the other people that I have known in my life. He would stick around.
I can always get mad or annoyed because my love story doesn't look like my friends. I didn't get married shortly after meeting him. I don't have a rich boyfriend that can buy me extravagant things, but I do have a man that loves me. We can't afford to go to on expensive trips or to spend money on expensive pictures, but we do have a great time together. He is a great person and we are compatible. We may not always have money, but we are happy together. That's all that I know. Our love story is far from complete, but what I do know is that we have survived a lot together in just two years. I am thankful for the journey because it has definitely been a test of my faith. I can't say the same for other people. Some women can meet a man and can immediately fall in love and get married without having as many roadblocks as we have. I now understand that we all have our crosses to bear and just because some people haven't had theirs or it's not visible, it doesn't mean that it hasn't happened or that it won't happen. Ultimately, I have grown as a person and once again, I am much stronger than I thought. I thank God for my love.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Chapter 59: My First Christmas Away
Yesterday was my first Christmas away from home. I spent it in Charlotte, North Carolina with my boyfriend of about two years. This year was different on so many levels as my little brother spent his first Christmas with his family including his new two-month old daughter, Bri. Because the baby is still very small, he had the day activities at his house in Gainesville with my parents and his girlfriend's family. I love my boyfriend very much, but I have to admit that this Christmas was very different and it forced me to really evaluate what Christmas is really for. I couldn't afford to buy him a Christmas gift this year because I ran out of money after buying food for us while I was there and buying things for my plane trip up. I did, get a chance to make gifts before I left, but of course they weren't the usual. I was thankful that he wasn't vain about it and simply said, "Who cares about a gift? My gift is your plane ticket up here." :) I was so glad he said that because I really felt crappy, especially after looking at my parents' faces when they saw what I bought them for Christmas...my parents tend to get upset when they think that I've spent too much money on someone else and not enough on them. My dad even offered to buy my boyfriend a plane ticket to Florida just so that I wouldn't be away from home this year...I guess after years of feeling like he didn't like me or he intentionally was hard on me, I guess I learned that he really does love and like me. :)
We had a very modest Christmas. We had a nice small tree with just gifts for just us and the dog Shadow. We woke up early and he cooked breakfast for me, just as I asked him. It was great. We watched "The Hangover." It was really funny. All in all, my Christmas was uniquely different. I really missed my family and some of the traditions that we have done over the years. Out of my brother and I, I have been the only one to come home for Christmas every years since I was born. Today, I am 28 years old. It is really hard to change things after almost 30 years.
I learned that Christmas is really about Christ and the blessings that he has given us, especially, his life. I learned that Christmas is about connecting with the people that matter the most to you---like family and good friends. For me, I enjoyed spending time with my man--especially since we live in two separate states. We enjoyed laughing and talking to each other all day as we don't get a chance to do that often. Family is especially important. I took the dog out yesterday and as we were walking I looked in the window of another apartment and saw a family putting food on the table---kinda like a grocery store commercial. I thought about my family and how we have parties or just get together on the holidays for no particular reason, other than to be together. We didn't have anyone this year but each other--we are family. I enjoyed spending my time with him even though I felt sad about not being in Florida with my family. I also learned about who my real friends are. I shouldn't feel stupid because I called someone that I consider a friend and they kinda reacted like, why are you calling me so early( 10:00 am)...I thought since we've known each other for 10 years that we could speak to each other early on Christmas. :) I guess not. This Christmas indeed made me think about the direction in which I want my life to go and to think about all that is important to me. I don't regret being here at all because I love him and our days together are few, but it has truly made me think about what real love is and how to sustain it.
It was also very different to be home alone during this time. Unlike my parents, who work in the same profession, my boyfriend and I do not. He works in healthcare and I work in education. I wasn't used to being home alone because when I was growing up, my parents were always off at the same time. I couldn't be angry because I know that my man is working to make a living--especially after the year he has had. My time alone, is indeed secondary, but different. All in all, being able to be here is a blessing all by itself. If I had to do it all over again, I would do the very same thing. I have to grow up and do my own thing at some point and this is it. :)
We had a very modest Christmas. We had a nice small tree with just gifts for just us and the dog Shadow. We woke up early and he cooked breakfast for me, just as I asked him. It was great. We watched "The Hangover." It was really funny. All in all, my Christmas was uniquely different. I really missed my family and some of the traditions that we have done over the years. Out of my brother and I, I have been the only one to come home for Christmas every years since I was born. Today, I am 28 years old. It is really hard to change things after almost 30 years.
I learned that Christmas is really about Christ and the blessings that he has given us, especially, his life. I learned that Christmas is about connecting with the people that matter the most to you---like family and good friends. For me, I enjoyed spending time with my man--especially since we live in two separate states. We enjoyed laughing and talking to each other all day as we don't get a chance to do that often. Family is especially important. I took the dog out yesterday and as we were walking I looked in the window of another apartment and saw a family putting food on the table---kinda like a grocery store commercial. I thought about my family and how we have parties or just get together on the holidays for no particular reason, other than to be together. We didn't have anyone this year but each other--we are family. I enjoyed spending my time with him even though I felt sad about not being in Florida with my family. I also learned about who my real friends are. I shouldn't feel stupid because I called someone that I consider a friend and they kinda reacted like, why are you calling me so early( 10:00 am)...I thought since we've known each other for 10 years that we could speak to each other early on Christmas. :) I guess not. This Christmas indeed made me think about the direction in which I want my life to go and to think about all that is important to me. I don't regret being here at all because I love him and our days together are few, but it has truly made me think about what real love is and how to sustain it.
It was also very different to be home alone during this time. Unlike my parents, who work in the same profession, my boyfriend and I do not. He works in healthcare and I work in education. I wasn't used to being home alone because when I was growing up, my parents were always off at the same time. I couldn't be angry because I know that my man is working to make a living--especially after the year he has had. My time alone, is indeed secondary, but different. All in all, being able to be here is a blessing all by itself. If I had to do it all over again, I would do the very same thing. I have to grow up and do my own thing at some point and this is it. :)
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Chapter 58: You Don't Know my Struggle
What I have found over the years is that single women tell married women that they (the married women) don't know what it's like to be single in these times. Married women tell single women that their lives (single women) are much better, freer, and possibly more simple than theirs. Women with children do the same thing by telling women who are not mothers that their lives (the child-less women) are not as tough as theirs. I have learned that you can't judge a person based on what status they are or what they have or lack thereof. There are women who have no children of their own that take care of their parents or work several jobs and go to school at night. There are educated women who are homeless or women who are struggling to survive to say the least. In essence everyone's experience as a single person isn't the same as others. I remember a friend of mine got angry because someone told her that because she was in the military he "knew" or assumed that she was promiscuous. Her reaction was, just because you were promiscuous while you were in the military, doesn't mean that I am. I can equate that to other stages in life. Just because your single life was a certain way doesn't mean that mine is like yours. Ultimately, I think that people enjoy telling other people that "you don't know my story" or "you don't know what it feels like to be me."
Friday, October 16, 2009
Chapter 57: Hmm...Choosing to Feel or to Talk about Feelings
Over the last year, I have gone through a lot of different and possibly life changing things. I have been unable to sleep at night for hours and I haven't been sure of what I was thinking or feeling until recently. I think ultimately, I have been angry and maybe even perplexed about some of my feelings and unable to tell others about my thoughts--partially because I feel like there is no one to tell. I think over time, I have become angry at some of my family members, maybe at myself, and at my situation. I don't think my anger was tainted will mal intent, but I think that I have grown angry because I feel misunderstood or cheated out of having a sense of normalcy.
My boyfriend is currently unemployed and has been so for about 5 months now. I don't believe that it was due to any fault of his own. He was told that his department was being downsized, but then the school that he worked at even hired another person after they fired him. I have been torn because I would like to be near him as he lives 8.5 hours away from me, but I know that it may be at least another year and a half until we are actually together in the same city. He moved away to work at that school and with that, he left me. I feel angry at the school because I felt like that was shady and I also felt like that (the school) was the reason that he left me as he went there to work when he lost his job here in Florida. I know that that may be irrational to someone else, but it is how I feel sometimes. I have worked with my honey to help him find jobs and nothing has given yet. I am thankful, however that he has been able to work for one of his friends in construction. I find myself getting frustrated because I feel neglected, but I know he needs my support more than me nagging about feeling neglected. He is unemployed after all---that's enough pressure in and of itself. There are days when I get frustrated when he doesn't call me--I usually call him and there are days when I want to hear, "I love you" or to have him visit me more often at my place, but I know the reality is that he can't because of money issues. I also struggled with feeling hopeless and even confused because I wish things were a little different. I know that it's wrong for me to feel neglected at a time like this and I know that my priority is to make sure his morale is where it should be. I do my best to show him as much love and support as possible, however. I am trying to be hopeful and I know that if I believe in God, I should believe in good things.
My boyfriend is currently unemployed and has been so for about 5 months now. I don't believe that it was due to any fault of his own. He was told that his department was being downsized, but then the school that he worked at even hired another person after they fired him. I have been torn because I would like to be near him as he lives 8.5 hours away from me, but I know that it may be at least another year and a half until we are actually together in the same city. He moved away to work at that school and with that, he left me. I feel angry at the school because I felt like that was shady and I also felt like that (the school) was the reason that he left me as he went there to work when he lost his job here in Florida. I know that that may be irrational to someone else, but it is how I feel sometimes. I have worked with my honey to help him find jobs and nothing has given yet. I am thankful, however that he has been able to work for one of his friends in construction. I find myself getting frustrated because I feel neglected, but I know he needs my support more than me nagging about feeling neglected. He is unemployed after all---that's enough pressure in and of itself. There are days when I get frustrated when he doesn't call me--I usually call him and there are days when I want to hear, "I love you" or to have him visit me more often at my place, but I know the reality is that he can't because of money issues. I also struggled with feeling hopeless and even confused because I wish things were a little different. I know that it's wrong for me to feel neglected at a time like this and I know that my priority is to make sure his morale is where it should be. I do my best to show him as much love and support as possible, however. I am trying to be hopeful and I know that if I believe in God, I should believe in good things.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Chapter 56: Feeling Chosen
I had an epiphany today. I was sitting at work and all of the students had left. I was just sitting still for awhile and it came to me that the thing that is most hurtful or frustrating about being single or unmarried is--not being "chosen." I am by definition "single" as I am not married, but before I met my boyfriend I couldn't understand some of the thoughts that I was feeling. I went to many weddings and watched my friends be, in what looked like, love and I thought, like many women thought, "what's wrong with me?" It is clear to me that many single women think that their married or dating counterparts are living a life that is much better and loving than their own because someone picked them (the married and dating ones) out of the batch to love. It's almost like being picked to play in a game as a child--except that this time, you are the one standing behind as everyone else gets chosen. Once most of the teams have been arranged, there are only a few players left and they may not look like the people you want to play with. The interesting thing is, they may indeed be good people.
I found myself feeling like that today. While I am in a relationship, we have a long distance relationship. (I'm so thankful that he is in the country and not overseas.) I noticed that I didn't want to go home because I knew that I would be alone for the evening. I don't have friends to go to after work and there are no visitors for me for weeks at a time. Loneliness can be a bit much on the soul. I must say that before I met him, I didn't notice how lonely I had become. It can be said that single women may think that married women have an advantage because they can go home to someone. Sometimes I feel that way.
It's funny that we hear about how the good apples are saved for last, but yet it is clear that there is a void in being alone. Somehow many of us are taught that a woman is special when chosen to be married. Sometimes I feel the same way about friends, somehow when we see people with good friends, I wonder what kind of person one has to be to have great friend. While there is no direct formula, I understand some people are simply blessed. Other people, like myself, are sent certain types of people as lessons and guides to other doors that God wishes to open. There is nothing wrong with being alone, but I guess many of us are wired to believe that something is wrong with being alone. It's weird.
And so ends my quick epiphany. More to come later. :)
I found myself feeling like that today. While I am in a relationship, we have a long distance relationship. (I'm so thankful that he is in the country and not overseas.) I noticed that I didn't want to go home because I knew that I would be alone for the evening. I don't have friends to go to after work and there are no visitors for me for weeks at a time. Loneliness can be a bit much on the soul. I must say that before I met him, I didn't notice how lonely I had become. It can be said that single women may think that married women have an advantage because they can go home to someone. Sometimes I feel that way.
It's funny that we hear about how the good apples are saved for last, but yet it is clear that there is a void in being alone. Somehow many of us are taught that a woman is special when chosen to be married. Sometimes I feel the same way about friends, somehow when we see people with good friends, I wonder what kind of person one has to be to have great friend. While there is no direct formula, I understand some people are simply blessed. Other people, like myself, are sent certain types of people as lessons and guides to other doors that God wishes to open. There is nothing wrong with being alone, but I guess many of us are wired to believe that something is wrong with being alone. It's weird.
And so ends my quick epiphany. More to come later. :)
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Chapter 55: Michael Jackson
Michael Jackson died today. :( I'm really sad and it is almost surreal. If you know me well, you know that I love Michael Jackson. I'm sad...I feel like this not real. The interesting part is that this is my father's birthday.
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