When you think about it, like really think about it, 3 months isn’t that long of an amount of time. It’s really not. That’s only, on average, 92 days. Which is less than 100. Which isn’t much more than 70. Which is only 10 weeks. Which, really is only a smidge more than like, 6 weeks. And THAT is only a little over a month. Which, as we all know – can fly by like *snaps* that.
So, really…3 months isn’t that long of an amount of time.
…oh, our wedding is now a little more than 3 months away.
Love it or hate it, Sex and the City often provided some sound advice when it came to life and love. Throughout my era of singleness, (singledom?) – I found myself re-watching old episodes more than I care to admit. When I was having a rough day, sometimes the only thing that got me through it was the thought that at the end of the day I’d be curled up on my couch, with an open bottle of wine, watching as Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte, and Samantha attempted to maneuver their way through dating in New York.
Oh, hello there. I feel likes it’s been forever since we caught up!
You know what it’s like when you catch a cold and then can’t get rid of the cold but then you kinda feel like your cold is subsiding but then you wake up one morning feeling worse off than you had before? Well, that’s been my past couple of weeks. My throat hurts. I can’t stop sniffling and blowing my nose. I’m exhausted but I can’t sleep through the night. Ugh. It’s been rough, y’all.
Real life isn’t always the silly selfies and picture perfect life you see online. Real life can be hard; real life can be exhausting.
Social media offers only a glimpse into our lives. We choose what we want to share, and what we don’t.
Personally – I always try to be open, sharing the good and the bad.
What you don’t always see though, are the days that I cannot leave my bed; the days where my depression tightens the hold it has on me and I feel so utterly alone and stuck.
What you don’t see are the days where I have full-blown panic attacks; where it feels as though the walls are closing in on me and I can’t breathe, nor see through the overflowing tears.
What you don’t see are the times where my anxiety is so crippling that I’m left questioning myself, my worth, my everything – all because the boogeyman in my head is telling me over and over how unworthy and useless I am.
What I want you to see though is that even through all of this – happiness is possible, you just have to choose to fight for it…to fight for yourself.
…and sometimes we all need that reminder, even me.