Her name, shall remain a secret, but she will know who she is. Well at least I hope she will because this post is just for her. She requested a post in fact. Let me tell you a little about her, for those of you that don’t know her.
She is witty, charming, filled with common sense, smart, stunningly beautiful and sharp as a tack. A bit wild too. But you know, in a good way. In the way that people who are 23 can get away with. She is the girl who you’d love to be your best girlfriend, the one filled with mischief and generosity, good times and adventures. And the men, well the men, love her for her wicked sense of humor and I’ll try anything once attitude. That’s how I see her anyway.
So this post is for her. And something I once heard her say that stuck with me. What she said, well it worried me. It made me a little sad if you must know.You see this girl, this charming, sassy girl, said that she doesn’t think she’ll ever get married because with her luck with men she’d end up married six times and none the wiser/happier/better off.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I am not one to believe that any women (or man for that matter) requires a wedding ring to make them complete. Nor do I believe that people are destined to meet and fall for a soul mate. But what concerns me is that she is resigned that her future is predetermined based on the way her past relationships have gone. She has decided who she thinks she is and now believes it is the truth.
Are you still with me on this?
The way things have always gone for her is making decisions for her. In some small way I wanted to let her know that this didn’t have to be the case. That she wasn’t this sad character that she saw herself to be. This destined to be lonely old women. I wanted to say to her that you aren’t the accumulation of actions you have previously taken. If you stop doing the same things, you stop having the same result. Who you really are, if you must know. Is whomever you say you are.
And if you don’t know who you say you are? Well start with the women I created and go from there. Just for goodness sake, ditch the version you’ve created. That version, well, she sounds a little Bridget Jones for you. Waaay, Bridget Jones. And you my dear, are too country to ever be like Bridget Jones.
And now for a small disclaimer… just for her. This, of course, is entirely my observation, interpretation and two cents worth. You should take it if it works for you or leave it if it doesn’t.
Suger 
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