A good thing can not be rushed.
I currently find myself in an "interim" period. As J and I wait to get married, seeing each other only on the weekends, there is a temptation to speed up the process. If I try to fight time, I get tangled up in the weeks and minutes and seconds that will tick by as they will, ever constant, ever steady. The only thing to do is wait, and learn to enjoy the events that will come to pass before this big life change that we are eagerly anticipating.
In my previous post I made a statement about choosing to be happy. Sometimes happiness is not a choice, rather sadness is the appropriate response. In fact, sadness is often the appropriate response to reality. Instead of stating that we must choose to be happy, I'm changing my approach: We must choose to be content.
Therefore, even though I am sad that J and I must have this "commuter" relationship for now, even though the words we say to comfort ourselves are beginning to fall flat, I will choose to be content. I will choose to take each day for what it offers, be it happiness, sadness, or somewhere in between. And I will choose to enjoy this time, the friendships I have in proximity, this final year and three months of "singlehood."
"Perfection of virtue is not required of me. Perfection of love is, and that is a very different thing."