The church sanctuary where I will be married to my prince...the man who continually sweeps me off my feet.

Things have been going really well lately. I feel like I'm finally getting in touch with myself - which sounds really out there, but is just all about letting go of present hurts (like eehh emmm...daily stresses of the job) and learning to be who I am and love what I love, despite the lack of excitement that others have for it. It's been difficult to work with people of so many varied ages and positions in life. I am a dreamer, and I need to be allowed to dream. I feel sorry for those who have been hurt by life, but I must retain my excitement for life and sometimes this means focusing on being me and not on pleasing others. I think I'm finally coming to some conslusions about my future...at least the nearly present future. And coming to relearn the things I once knew so well. Like finding the romance in life.

Reading romantic novels written by long dead writers like Jane Austen. Writing by candlelight. Quill pens and parchment paper. Love letters tied with colorful ribbons. Finding the beauty in costumes once more. Allowing myself to be taken away to another place and captivated by the romance and elegance in costume movies about silly girls falling in love. Afterall, what is life, if full of care, we have not time to stand and stare (a long favored quote by Davies). Oh, what is life if we have not time to read romance novels, sleep in on Saturday mornings, dream of a handsome prince sweeping me off my feet, and be inspired by art and passionate letters written by famous lovers. This is life. For me at least. And no matter what I need to grasp this and hold onto it. It is who I am. It is completely who I am, and that's okay. Even if others had dreams shattered, this is who I want to be because it is who I am most comfortable being - a dreamer.

No matter how much profit, no matter how priviledged I should feel to have a position, if it is not what makes me happy, then it is not for me.