I can't seem to decipher my mind. On one hand, there is the voice of reason that constantly reminds me I have no reason to be sad or mad-- that everything that is happening is only natural and expected. Give it time, it reminds me. Let things fall in place. On the other, the child in me keeps chanting WHY. It's funny how I expect things still totally 'my way or the highway' at this age.
This week has been tough nothing but emotionally. Maybe they are right. Rushing is never good. But I never considered it rushing. Maybe "love" has blinded me momentarily and gave me balls. But I have never felt so right about something. Then why not wait?
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