someone used the word lucky today in a description of me. i've heard that more than once. "you're lucky you're thin", "you're lucky you went to collage", "you're lucky to have
before i met nacho, i ended a very significant relationship. one that everyone around me questioned for doing. one that seemed perfect. but one that i knew was going nowhere. he believed in marriage and i did not. and i walked away from that (actually asked him to leave) and i was a wreck for what seemed like forever. but i knew, in the end, i'd made the right choice. i said to a friend, "i didn't put myself through all this crap for nothing. something amazing is going to happen to me this summer!" ask Dave and he'll tell you those were my EXACT words. and i was right. i met nacho that following summer. and when i did, i knew. i knew....he was the reason i'd moved to a college my daddy didn't support and refused to pay for to test me (i won). he was the reason i'd moved 800+ miles away from ANYONE and EVERYTHING i knew. and he was the reason i'd left that person that i'd loved so much. he's the reason i made those conscious, hard choices and stuck by them. and even though timing was not perfect when we met, he was the reason i waited. he was that amazing thing that was supposed to happen to me. and he did. and he's the reason i stayed.
i chose wisely!