Sometimes I wake up in this place from the heat that is already filling my world, mid-March. I wonder how I got here and then I roll over or more often am woken by the soft hum of the man who sleeps next to me, his face in mine. "Right," I think. "You brought me here." He is a choice I make every day, every moment I am alive. He tells me every day that he is living his dream, and hopes I am living mine, too. It's a beautiful symmetry we share - my preciseness with decisions, and his eager willingness to support them, whatever they are.
We all could have lived a hundred different lives with different people, outcomes, worlds. But this is the world I chose, given free reign to do so and somehow that makes this existence of mine the best thing I have ever done.
8 comments:
One of my favorite bloggers just wrote about something similar--how we are defined by the lives we didn't lead. The things we didn't choose. When you look at all of those directions, it makes the one you did choose mean a whole lot more. Loved this post, Mandy.
i like the way you write. i even like it more than taylor swift lyrics.
This is so sweet. It melted my heart. <3
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love this. reaffirms my own choices. Love you!
Such a simple idea that people confuse all the time. Choosing love is conscious. Thanks for words Mandy.
I love this. I love the power associated with this, your acknowledgment that you chose it all. There's a lot of satisfaction in that, I think.
I LOVE your posts and blog. It has such a beautiful design and this post really moved me. :D
www.bubblesgr.blogspot.com
Hi! I just stumbled upon your blog and especially loved this post. I just moved to Seattle, across the country, for my husband's new job, and this was a beautiful, lovely reminder of life's great adventures. Thank you.
Lauren
www.lovingmarshall.com
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