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It would seem that the past few days have been full of milestones for me.
I've been married for (just over) a year now.
It's been an incredible ride, and I wouldn't change a single instant of it. It has by no means been easy, but it's been more than worth it. I've learned and experienced more than I knew I was capable of. I've loved more deeply than I knew it was possible to love. I am loved absolutely unconditionally. I'm unbelievably lucky.
I've survived two trimesters of pregnancy and begun my third.
The baby is growing and healthy. I'm not sure how I managed to be so lucky, but I'm slowly realizing that this is actually happening. Three months from now, I'm going to be a parent. For all the complaining I do (and I'm aware that I do a good deal of complaining), this is the most amazing thing I've ever done.
Last week's ratings have the show up two points.
I'd forgotten how it felt to be successful at something I love. The more time I put between myself and my time as White House Press Secretary, the more I can see how stifled and miserable I was for the last few years. When I think back on it, though, it's no one's fault but my own. I couldn't forgive, couldn't move forward, and it became so easy to point fingers at everyone else. The truth is, my unhappiness was my own.
My husband is writing again.
Perhaps more a milestone for him than for me, but I'm delighted either way. I've always had a thing for writers. It's one of the worst kept secrets in Washington. That Sam's writing again... It excites me in a way that is somehow tinged with a degree of pride I haven't earned. The thought of seeing words on the page gives me chills.
It's been a long time coming, but I'm happy. Life isn't perfect, but somehow it doesn't need to be. I'm happy, and there's something incredible in that statement.
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It would seem that the past few days have been full of milestones for me.
I've been married for (just over) a year now.
It's been an incredible ride, and I wouldn't change a single instant of it. It has by no means been easy, but it's been more than worth it. I've learned and experienced more than I knew I was capable of. I've loved more deeply than I knew it was possible to love. I am loved absolutely unconditionally. I'm unbelievably lucky.
I've survived two trimesters of pregnancy and begun my third.
The baby is growing and healthy. I'm not sure how I managed to be so lucky, but I'm slowly realizing that this is actually happening. Three months from now, I'm going to be a parent. For all the complaining I do (and I'm aware that I do a good deal of complaining), this is the most amazing thing I've ever done.
Last week's ratings have the show up two points.
I'd forgotten how it felt to be successful at something I love. The more time I put between myself and my time as White House Press Secretary, the more I can see how stifled and miserable I was for the last few years. When I think back on it, though, it's no one's fault but my own. I couldn't forgive, couldn't move forward, and it became so easy to point fingers at everyone else. The truth is, my unhappiness was my own.
My husband is writing again.
Perhaps more a milestone for him than for me, but I'm delighted either way. I've always had a thing for writers. It's one of the worst kept secrets in Washington. That Sam's writing again... It excites me in a way that is somehow tinged with a degree of pride I haven't earned. The thought of seeing words on the page gives me chills.
It's been a long time coming, but I'm happy. Life isn't perfect, but somehow it doesn't need to be. I'm happy, and there's something incredible in that statement.
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