We can't control the things that happen to us. All we can control is the meaning we give to the things that happen to us.
What I want is to marry Robin and live happily ever after with her.
Here's part of my old story. Some of the tired old things I believed, that were keeping me in doubt, stifling my creativity, and preventing me from consistently taking action:
"I can’t make her want to marry me. She might find someone else that makes her happy or somebody that’s easier for her to live with before I can impress her or convince her to give us a genuine chance. (I had been living in resentment that she took that chance away from us at the beginning, has kept it out of reach all these years, and still seems to be making it an impossibility.) I have to have more money. She owes me and the kids the chance to be happy living together. She doesn't understand. She just doesn't get it. What if I fail. She'll never change. There's too much pain for her too overcome. She's too happy now living on her own."
