Plans…

Hello, gentle readers!

I suck at making plans. I am always envious of those who can make long term plans. I can make plans for two, three weeks from now, but I very rarely make plans for more than a month out. I find that my plans are often derailed or changed. I fear making long term plans because I either find that there are too many moving parts, I change my mind, or I lose sight of my goal and lose the willpower to complete it. And as such, over time, I shied away from making any plans and setting any goals… except one.

I don’t normally make plans involving other people for fear that they will crumble and end in flames, but a man meandered his way back into my life last November and I couldn’t help but get my hopes up. This man was a very special man. This man was my future husband.

I saw a meme that said something to the effect of, “stop waiting for your prince charming. Go after him. The poor soul might be stuck in a tree somewhere.”

In some ways, that’s what I did, or tried to do. When he first started to write to me, we had been out of contact for six years. I was blown out of the water. The man was articulate. I think that that was the moment I fell in love with him. So I tried to charm him. I chased that man like my life depended on it. I doubted that anything would happen between us, there were too many challenges. He lived in Alaska and I lived in Texas, and that was only one obstacle. Then the unthinkable happened.

He started falling for me.

We starting dating long-distance in January of 2018 and started talking marriage in February. We just knew. It was then that I – we – started planning. For the first time in nearly a decade, I had a long-term goal and a plan. I was going to marry the love of my life and build a life with him. This plan was real. I flew to Alaska for my birthday, where he proposed and I said yes. Then came a different sort of planning – wedding planning. I’ll confess, those months were some of the hardest months of my life. But we finally got married in October and he whisked me away to Alaska.

My husband is a planner. He has clearly defined goals and has a road map to reach them. Just by being around him, I am inspired by (and sometimes envious of) his ability to plan and finish what he sets out to do. He’s a planning beast.

Me? Not so much. Marrying him was the beginning of a new life. At the beginning, my only goal was to marry him and establish our new life together. But I’m saying it! I have a few goals now. (gasp!)

The first is that I want to adopt a child sometime in the future and raise this little one well. This is a shared goal that I have with my husband.

Second, I want to be a manager at the restaurant where I work within a year and a half.

Third, I want to blog every day consistently for the remainder of this month. I want to blog for far longer than that, but let’s start with this month.

Ready? BREAK!

Until tomorrow,

Meg

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