10.15.2011

I was stalking The Boyfriend's facebook page a couple of weeks ago when I cane across a comment from one of his childhood friends.

"When are you getting married?" the friend asked.

The Boyfriend responded that he wasn't sure of the date but he was certain we would be getting married next year -- "guaranteed".

I sat in stunned silence for a moment because there was such certainty in The Boyfriend's comment, especially considering we had not discussed wedding plans at all.

But the more I thought about it the more I became amenable to the idea of getting married next year. I mean, I had been waiting for the stars and planets to align themselves just so before setting a date. But as the months turned into years, it became apparent that that was never going to happen, there was never going to be a "perfect time" to get married.

So we went ahead and set a date. October 15, 2011 to be exact. According to the wedding ticker at the bottom of this page, that's one year, two months and one day from today. That's when I will no longer be a single person, when I will stop spending hundreds of dollars in airfare or taking long bus rides to the Windy City, when The Boyfriend and I's long-distance relationship will be over and our marriage will begin.

But today . . . today is the day that The Boyfriend stops being referred to as "The Boyfriend" and officially transitions to being called "The Fiance" on my blog.

He's earned the distinction.

Self-Acceptance

After reading the comments in this recent post, I've been thinking a bit lately about the role self-acceptance (embracing oneself, worts and all) plays in the formation of a well-adjusted psyche. Then tonight, this song wafted out of my Sony Dream Machine as I washed dishes. I think Alanis summarizes self-acceptance quite well here.