When I was a kid I wanted to be a race car driver/dancer/pediatrician/teacher. I had it all worked out. I even had time in the afternoon after my lunch break to be a beautician if I so desired. There were so many hours in the day without nap time to do things that I desired. I truly believed I had the world at my feet.
And I did.
Despite my confidence at age 6, as I grew taller the days grew shorter. I am nearly 5' 11". The days are freakin' short now.
Age muddles things. Dreams are less clear as we fight cynicism. Things are not bright and shiny and crystally any longer. I no longer know how I will make my contribution to society. I feel fear. I feel regret and I feel hesitation.
Not everything has changed since I was six though. I am still naive. I am still ridiculously sassy. My hair still forms ringlets and despite training myself to stop believing in fairy tales, I do still believe in happy endings.
My happy ending is approaching.
Happy Endings may never be happily ever after. But the Fi is my happy ending. Marrying the Fi is my happily ever after.
(That might just be naive bride-to-be speaking, but go with it people. Just go with it.)