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Barbie's land of happy, and blessed, and happy

I don't know where to start.  As I stated, I'm happy.  Very happy. But it's not just about finding someone.  It's about all the things.  Rekindling my relationship with God. (okay, so maybe it IS about finding someone) Letting go of years of bitterness and anger and resentment.  Spending the past year with someone who brick by brick has singlehandedly brought down the walls I had built up around my heart.  Finding inspiration at church again.

Tuesday I leave with my fella on a trip overnight to visit his parents.  I'm meeting the parents.  It's been 19 years and 8 months since I met parents.  I'm a nervous wreck, but I was 18 the last time I met parents so I have to be less awkward now than I was then, right?  I'm excited at the same time.

Since returning to church and finding my faith again, I've noticed many things.  For one, I am happier.  I find that I am more understanding and tolerant of people.  I find that I want to be a better person. I find things falling slowly in place for me. Little things here and there.

I'm excited about what the future holds for once in my life.  Being the week of Thanksgiving, I am thankful for many things.  Thankful for my family.  The amazing friends I have. That my fella was patient and stuck around.  That I've regained faith.  I could go on and on, but those are the main things.  Hope you have many things to be thankful for this Thanksgiving as well.

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