When I was
younger more naive, I associated coming of age with a number. Depending on how old you were determined your level of kid vs. adult. Age nine and below, you are a kid; plain and simple. Then you have this weird purgatory of not really being a kid and definitely not a teen, but as soon as you turn 13, doors just start to open for you. Not literally though–that’s just what my little brain told me. Continue reading
My Business Law professor had a saying:
“There are three things you are guaranteed to have to do in life: live, pay taxes, and die.”
That’s why he spent the first part of his career as a Wills Attorney; giving people the opportunity to disseminate their tangible belongings via a written will (job security and all…). When people die, they become very particular over their things. They want to leave their possessions and fortunes (or lack there of) to those they loved and cared about. Or, you know, not and just have all their crap buried with them (his words, not mine).
I’m writing out my life in a timeline, so to experience my story the way its supposed to be told, start at I Was That Girl In School… then proceed chronologically by post date.
I can hear your thoughts… So what happened with you and Boyfriend? How did you move on?
Slowly but surely, we picked things back up from where we started: we would go on dates, he would come spend time with my family at family game nights, and I started attending church services with him at Mrs. Saintly’s church. We fell in love all over again and felt that this love was so much stronger than our previous love. We felt as though our bond was indestructible having survived what we had. Apologies were exchanged and we were looking to the future. Continue reading