I never thought I would be one to run for two hours straight. I never thought I would be the one to think there was a purpose for everything. I never thought I would be able to let go…
I guess, one day, my legs just feel fine after an hour so I decide to run ‘em for two. I guess one day, I learn something I wouldn’t have without a bad experience. I guess, one day, I just woke up, and made pancakes…because it was pancake day. (HIMYM reference for the dweebs who didn’t get the pancake reference. Do your homework, you peasants!... And suit up, for Christ's sake!)
One day. I cut my hair because I want to. One day I color it because I want to. One day I realize that I don’t need to know what he smells like anymore. And more so, that it doesn’t matter. One day I get a call that tells me I’m not going to Costa Rica in May. One day I get a call that tells me I’m staying in the U.S. - one day I become a young woman on a mission (not one of those weird 2 year Mormon things). Just a, you know, normal important assignment that I was called to work on. One day, I realize that there is someone else out there for me.
And one day, he prefers girls with short hair.
(Pssst! Hey, this one day, Pancake day, i'm talking about? It was today.)
Sorry to make this vague - but I’ll let you know about the day after Pancake Day when I can.
Here’s to new beginnings, strong hearts, and flexibility.