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Redefining reality

    "When something goes wrong in your life, just yell, 'plot twist,' and move on." I really like this quote. I have put it on the front of my phone off and on for a few years. I usually resurrect it when something in my life isn't going exactly according to my plan. Which...happens enough. And, even though this quote makes it seem much easier than it is, it is always a helpful reminder of the way life tends to go on even when we can't imagine that it could.
     I have been struck with a very redefining week. I had a reality and now...through certain circumstances, I am readjusting. But the one thing different about this time compared to last: I am not readjusting alone. I not only have my family and friends but also the very person who is intimately tied to my plot twist. And I am finding it to be a different sort of adjustment.
    I think I am growing up. :) I think that I am learning the ways of this world a bit more than I have before. I think I am experiencing the beauty of graceful humanness. I was talking to the ex the other day about my sudden plot twist, and I said, "All I want is for someone who wants to fight along side me." His response: that's all I want too, Aly. The funny thing was was that was the last thing he granted me.
    So, I think I get it. I'm not supposed to be with every man I date or fall for or care for. The difference this time: I won't go for being alone in this readjustment. I refused to allow this person to walk away from me. But, the beauty of it too: this person doesn't want to walk away.
    I spent a great conversation on the phone this evening with him...the conclusion: we fight and we readjust. It sucks, but it is a must. It is what we must do to retain any form of relationship. The problem: in the end...readjustment sucks. I'm also kind of terrible at it. I'm just thankful I'm not having to do it alone.

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  1. I love the term "plot twist"!! I pray for you and all your dreams that you so daringly write :-)

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