Lieutenant completely shocked me today by asking me if I was ready. Oh the dreaded word that is "ready," no, I guess I am not. By "ready" he meant his graduation, commissioning as an Officer, looking for apartments, buying furniture, moving in together, GETTING MARRIED... Am I ready? No. I am the least ready for this of all the things that I should be ready for. Like equations, I try to piece together how it will all play out and the answers just aren't there. I suppose I shouldn't be thinking negatively. After all, moving in together, getting married and having a life is what I've been waiting for this entire time... I just don't know how prepared I am for it.
When it comes down to it, I really just need to pull up on my boot straps, tie my hair back and dive head first into this. I'd rather free-fall into it than have it hit me like a freight train.
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