Expanding on happiness
For all that I'm awful at keeping up with this journal, I always somehow find myself coming back to it. Perhaps it's a reflection on me that this is still the most consistent record of myself I've kept. Maybe someday I'll even update it with all the physical journal entries I've left scattered around my home.
That would be an interesting project, though there's a big part of me that shies away from digitizing entries that were never really meant to be digital.
Anyway, I'm engaged to my best friend.
I don't mean that in the "this person I date is totally my best friend" sort of way.
Very directly, the person who has been one of my closest friends of the past decade plus became the woman that I dated, became my fiancee. The sense of it is surreal, and my life is made so decent by it that I often find myself questioning when the other shoe will drop. There is a little part of me that refuses to believe things could be this casually happy and decent. Perhaps that's the next lesson life has to teach, that it is okay for life to be good.
If so, it's a lesson I don't mind learning.
That would be an interesting project, though there's a big part of me that shies away from digitizing entries that were never really meant to be digital.
Anyway, I'm engaged to my best friend.
I don't mean that in the "this person I date is totally my best friend" sort of way.
Very directly, the person who has been one of my closest friends of the past decade plus became the woman that I dated, became my fiancee. The sense of it is surreal, and my life is made so decent by it that I often find myself questioning when the other shoe will drop. There is a little part of me that refuses to believe things could be this casually happy and decent. Perhaps that's the next lesson life has to teach, that it is okay for life to be good.
If so, it's a lesson I don't mind learning.