So I’ve been living the dream, well, my version of the dream, for the past couple of weeks. So far I adore Buck aka Prince Charming more than I ever thought I would. He is totally and completely awesome. He was the Superboy to my Miss Martian for Halloween. He has been wonderful in every way possible. In fear of sounding like a squishy mushy lovey dovey mess I’m going to refrain from continuing. At the very least I wanted all of you to know that I’m exquisitely unconditionally happy. Yes, I’m using entirely too many adverbs.
So there it is. The Preacher’s Daughter, Ginger Channing, me (the real me), is very happy right now. I say right now because who knows what will happen next, except maybe my book will finally get finished, but even then, I will probably, most likely, still be superbly happy.
No. Nothing is perfect. However, life is full of imperfections. Wonderful imperfections. That is what makes life beautiful and perfect without being perfectly perfect.
Confused yet? So am I. But it’s ok. It’s love. Love is ok and not subject to conventional thinking or my parents’ version of what love is. It’s what good country songs are made of and what my life has become. Weird huh?
I told DC last Friday night that I was done. By done I meant that I was done dating, done looking for “the one”, done with everything relating to relationships. I’m good. I’m good when it comes to men and life and finding my happy ending. I’ve found my Prince Charming, literally. 😉
Peace, love, & happiness.