Then & Now

I love sitting back and thinking about how current situations came to be. For instance, when you realize that if you wouldn’t have been at that party that particular night, you wouldn’t have met so&so who helped you get your current job, or something like that. You know, those types of situations. Everything always has a way of working out. God always has a plan, even if we don’t know what it is, or think he has forgotten about us.

I can’t help but think about my current situation. Tomorrow, January 23, 2021, marks exactly a year since Preston reached out to me for the first time. Granted I didn’t see his message for ten days, but that is beside the point. One year ago, this Montana man came home to visit his family in California, mind you in over FOUR YEARS he only came down twice, and he and his family happened to go camping when he was down. His sister also happens to be one of my sister’s best friends, and she watches my nephew every week. My sister and her family JUST SO HAPPENED to be invited to this camping trip, where they met this Montana brother. In my sister’s less than sober state, she told Mr. Montana all about me and showed him my Instagram. Come January 23, 2020, Preston was brave and took a shot at asking me out before he went back to Montana. Like I said, ten days passed and I didn’t see his message until he was back in Montana. But it didn’t end there.

As I was giving up, you were stepping up.

As I am sure I have mentioned previously, we slowly started responding to each other’s Instagram stories, which turned into longer conversations, which turned into messaging every day, to texting every day, to Instagram “FaceTiming” because Montana has no service for real FaceTime, to me BUYING A PLANE TICKET TO MONTANA and “meeting” Preston for the first time in the Bozeman, MT airport. Seven months from that day in the airport and we are here. Here as in California. We currently live 14 minutes from each other. In these last seven months we have fallen in love, fallen in love with each other’s families, have been on numerous adventures, and have made plans, and continue to make plans for our future together. Seven months and sometimes I still cannot believe this is real. Does this perfect, handsome, cowboy man ACTUALLY want me? Like STILL? For everyone who told me “when you know, you know,” and I rolled my eyes at you, you were right. I never imagined this could be this easy. I never imagined I would fall for someone in another state, let alone Montana. That is the only reason I messaged him back in the first place, because he was in Montana so nothing could happen. Well just look at this unraveled plan! It is beautiful and makes me excited every day.

Thank you to my sister for having one too many drinks and singing my praises to a guy she didn’t know. She will forever hold credit. As I was giving up, Preston was stepping up, and my life will never be the same. I cannot wait to see what else the future holds for us.

Practicing Patience

Lately I have really been realizing that I need to practice more patience. I seem to always be in a rush, even when I don’t have anywhere to be. For example, I was running a couple errands this afternoon and my last stop was Trader Joe’s. I got what I needed and was back in my car to go home, which is conveniently across the street. I backed out of my spot but couldn’t leave the aisle because this person pulled in on my side to swing in wide to a parking spot, which would have been fine except she was stopped and a guy was leaning in her passenger window talking to her and petting the dog in the front seat. I was instantly irritated because I couldn’t get out. I kept inching a little closer to make her get the picture that she needed to move. Finally she did and I drove by all frustrated just to wait in another line of cars being held up by someone else waiting to park. I was so angry, and then I thought, why am I so angry? The first lady who held me up was just being happy talking to a friend with her dog in the car. It is not like she was in my way on purpose, and the other car waiting to park, if I was waiting for a spot would I have not of done the same thing?

I have always been busy and always in a rush to get somewhere on time. All through college I worked multiple jobs and was involved in greek life, and if I wasn’t working I had to be at an event. Even in high school I had a job and was a part of two different teams. Now that I only work a full time job with a regular 8-5 schedule, it is like I do not know how to slow down. This is something that I really need to work on. How much energy have I wasted on just being angry for people moving too slow? From now on I want to practice patience. I feel like having patience is one step closer to finding happiness. Don’t get me wrong, I am a very patient person, I just lack patience with other people who move slow (if that makes sense and doesn’t make me sound like a total jerk). I need to slow down, enjoy the moments, and have patience.

Here is to a start, any tips or things that you do? Let me know!

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