Life is a funny thing. When you're a little girl growing up, watching the days fold into years, looking into the future... thinking about what your life might look like... there are certain parts of life that you just expect to come as a "given". The things that are just part of the natural sequence of the story of life. You get married, buy a house, have children, develop traditions that become engrained into the fabric of your story and the story of the family that you created. But as it turns out, those things don't happen for all of us. My 41st birthday came and went just a few days ago and my life has turned year over year without having acquired any of those things. The wedding that I dreamed of in my twenties never happened. My twenties and my thirties came and went along with the hope that one day I would meet someone, fall in love, get married, have a baby and build a life with someone that I loved and who loved me too. It's a different kind of grief; ...
Just thoughts. For now...