A year ago, Wednesday, last September 19th, I was laying in my bed, crying my eyes out because I wouldn't get to see the love of my life until who knew when...At that point, I had already written him a letter and was ready to send it off. I was missing him before he had even left the state.
I was looking forward to my chance to go to boot camp. I was excited for everything that was going to come and I could not have been happier
Now, here I am a full year later and I'm more miserable than ever. I'm working in a place where there's plenty of room for advancement. I look better than ever, I'm running faster than ever, and I'm stronger that I would have ever thought was possible. I am back in the military against all odds, and I have a very bright future ahead.
Why on earth can't I just be grateful for it?! There are so many good things in my life right now. What is it that makes me think that one person being in it or not makes it or breaks it...? It shouldn't. And, really, it doesn't. But I'll tell you, today, I feel like this: