Commitment
So, this is it. Approximately a year and a month ago, one Missa did verily ask one Scotty for his hand in marriage... and one Scotty did thusly say, "I Shall". So that part is over... now comes the execution, the ceremony, the invitations, the favors and parties and balancing of family photos and outfit expenditures with personal life and ekking out places of employ and domicile. I was never good at the long term assignment projects in class so this has been a new frontier for me, and for someone besides just myself. More than ever Missa is looking to me for support as plans step up and the last thing I wanna do is leave her in the dust, and to be honest, once you get started picking out an outfit, or formulating plans for a reception, things do start to come together rather quickly. I just don't want either of us to feel left behind. I've gradually tried to take a more concious effort in my end of our living together, being more aware of the messes I make and the things I can do to help around the house and with my fellows when I'm not working during the week. We're both getting antsy about getting some new credentials and setting ourselves up for new jobs or new prospects, she reminded me that in my efforts to better myself I shoudln't forget the commitments I've made... and i know she's right. Every time before in my life I've had no other than myself to consider, which I usually discarded in favor of pleasing others when possible, but even that, in a committed bond, can be a disservice to those you're joined with. The days of detatched aloofness cannot continue and still a real relationship have. Its been hard shifting gears to this new pace, but its also been fullfilling to have a new sense of purpose, and its reassuring when I believe this is all worth it. I'm ready to meet her at the aisle and declare my ties to her, but a wedding doesn't just happen. Its time for me to live a commitment.