I think I may like Januaries. Three years ago I met Mr. Dreamy. More acurately, I requested Mr. Dreamy as a Facebook friend because the right column of my home screen suggested I add him, then he thought I was foreign and in need of a Visa by way of marriage to him. Once he realized I was (somewhat) local, he started talking to me and we ended up getting married.
That was last January, a year later on the day we met. We drove to Banff and got married by an officiant we had just met, a witness we payed, and a photographer. It was seriously the most emotional and beautiful moment of my life thus far.
This January, I will be re-entering the school system to finish up my degree. I have always wanted a university degree, but I wasn’t focused or committed enough to finish it in my early twenties. Instead I got married and worked crappy jobs, moved around a lot, bought a house, got a dog, dealt with my brother dying, started a business, got divorced, gave the dog away, went bankrupt, moved in with my parents, cried a lot, made a lot of friends, eventually found an amazing job, slowly found joy, met Mr. Dreamy and moved to Alberta. Throughout all this I think I’ve learned who I am and what I’m for. I can do a lot of things, but one thing makes me feel happier and more fulfilled than anything else, and that’s helping people navigate their lives: psychology. I finally figured that out a few months ago. And so, being a woman of action, I applied to a school I wasn’t sure would accept me, and made a plan I didn’t know would work. And here I am.
I quit my night job a few weeks ago and quit my day job a few days ago. I am enrolled and the tuition is payed. I am terrified. Lucky for me, I have parents who think I can do anything I want to do and actively help me do whatever I need to do, like live in their house for free while I’m a student. I also have a husband who trusts me and wants to support me in becoming the woman I was created to be. He means it, he even wrote it in his wedding vows. So even though this is pretty crazy, I think that I can do it, and do it well. Mr. Dreamy and I will be apart until he finishes up the renovations and sells the house. That part will be very hard, I know. We’re doing it anyway.
I love my life.