Morning came to me like a crowbar to a sewer lid and I can't say it was the easiest process. But do you ever have one of those days where time just seems to run at half speed? Even during the exciting stuff? Today is one of those days and the bags under my eyes were thankful for it because each moment floated by in a slow, syrupy wave. Lucky for me, last night my brain was working at full capacity the entire day, finishing task after task seamlessly. The few morsels of sunlight I got were slipped through the blinds in brief exchanges between classes like meals through cell doors but on the contrary, the productivity of the day was liberating. It meant I got to have a slower night. This carried over into today and thus far I'm still well ahead in everything I need to do this week (except for actually get my car issues fixed). The finger I broke seems to be realigning more and more with each day that the swelling decreases, but I don't plan to let this detour me from seeing a doctor. I likewise have a rib that's still faulty, swelling in my knee joints and tendinitis in my ankles but that's just the nature of the beast when the second leg of the rugby season is in full swing. I have 2 classes ahead of me and a practice tonight, so my day is far from over but I'll be just fine. I have a slow start Wednesday mornings that I can put toward catching up on rest and knocking out some laundry.
Let me get things up to speed on the other aspects of my life.
Amanda and I are back together now- and happily so. It took its time and built slowly, making sure to dot every "i" and cross every "t". Love was finding me, and I was finding her, all over again despite my discretion to protect my own heart. It has been a beautiful thing. A few weeks ago now, after a wonderful weekend of rugby and other festivities, she asked me to be her date for a day. It was a Sunday to be exact. Of course I said yes, and the day was an adventure I never would have expected. I hopped into her car in the middle of a breezy afternoon and was met with a kiss and a rose- attached to it was a note that gave me reason number 1 for why we should be together. I couldn't help but kiss her, and thus the scavenger hunt began. She took me to all the old places, weird places, fun places and even sad places that have powerful, impactful pieces of our history pressed into the bones of each surrounding tree or slab of pavement. With each new place a new rose was presented with yet another note, and I felt my heart soften even more every time. There were 12 roses. We pulled back up to her house around 9 and with the final rose, she asked me to be hers again and I hardly had the patience to wait for her to finish asking the question.
Since then, it hasn't always been absolutely effortless but if somebody would've told me this is how it would pan out a few months ago I would have never believed them. The smiles linger longer, the goodbyes don't come until they have to, and patience abounds. I can make her laugh even when she doesn't want me to. She doesn't try to be anything she's not when she is around me ie Last night she sent me zoomed-in shots of scrambled eggs with no context. We are healthier now than we were a year and a half ago and that's something to find peace in. What will be key in us really doing this thing right this time around will be leaving the past in the past and just letting God and love guide everything that we do- because we know what we want and where we want to go.
Amanda and I are back together now- and happily so. It took its time and built slowly, making sure to dot every "i" and cross every "t". Love was finding me, and I was finding her, all over again despite my discretion to protect my own heart. It has been a beautiful thing. A few weeks ago now, after a wonderful weekend of rugby and other festivities, she asked me to be her date for a day. It was a Sunday to be exact. Of course I said yes, and the day was an adventure I never would have expected. I hopped into her car in the middle of a breezy afternoon and was met with a kiss and a rose- attached to it was a note that gave me reason number 1 for why we should be together. I couldn't help but kiss her, and thus the scavenger hunt began. She took me to all the old places, weird places, fun places and even sad places that have powerful, impactful pieces of our history pressed into the bones of each surrounding tree or slab of pavement. With each new place a new rose was presented with yet another note, and I felt my heart soften even more every time. There were 12 roses. We pulled back up to her house around 9 and with the final rose, she asked me to be hers again and I hardly had the patience to wait for her to finish asking the question.
Since then, it hasn't always been absolutely effortless but if somebody would've told me this is how it would pan out a few months ago I would have never believed them. The smiles linger longer, the goodbyes don't come until they have to, and patience abounds. I can make her laugh even when she doesn't want me to. She doesn't try to be anything she's not when she is around me ie Last night she sent me zoomed-in shots of scrambled eggs with no context. We are healthier now than we were a year and a half ago and that's something to find peace in. What will be key in us really doing this thing right this time around will be leaving the past in the past and just letting God and love guide everything that we do- because we know what we want and where we want to go.
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