Sorry, its getting hard to come up with a catchy title. Kind of a so-so day today. The best part was starting the day with my gratefulness journal.
I went today to get help with my resume and then to the library. Picked up a couple books to help me study for the civil service exam on the 13th. They are both pretty outdated, but I will get what I can from them. I'll also be driving up to another college library that is supposed to have up to date study guides.
While at the library I had a thought that just drove through my brain like a lightning bolt that honestly put me into a serious funk.
The thought as cogently as I can get it down on paper is:
Love is not a surge of passion, it a choice to commit to something or someone no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice again and again, day in and day out, year after year says more about love than never having a choice at all.
The funk- I choose him. All of him. But right now the choice isn't mine to make.
What keeps me going, I know he loves me more than he acknowledges even to himself. I see it in his eyes, I hear it in his voice, I feel it when he is gentle with me.
I do so wish I could slip him a mickey and make it all better. They don't have that pill on the market yet. If I could create one I would sure be rich.
Me 45, H 46, S 23, M 26, Together 30, Bomb 6-2-08, S 6-19-08; H left 12-29-08. H home 12-09, Still MLC in 2012! Me- I have my big girl panties on. Bring it.