Marching Forth

Is is possible to workout less than I have been? I think not. It would be possible to eat less, though, and that is an option I need to consider.
Stress is not good for me.
As Cher so wisely taught us, "the beat goes on." And so it does.
I'm watching the days slip into the recent history. That once overwhelming list, is getting accomplished, bit by bit.

Yesterday at work, I announced my two week notice.

We're getting down to the very last few days of my Single Parenthood. What a relief.
I understand well the pressure of being responsible for myself. There are benefits to that, sure. But I'm relieved to place myself, and my children, under the care of a good man.
And he is a good man. I go about my days with the delicious suspicion that no woman alive is loved as much as I am.

We were learning about the whole biblical concept of the Two becoming One. The speaker was pointing out that there is the death of the individuals, and the emergence of an entirely new entity. "I" cease, and "Us" quickens. The echo of that transformation will reverberate through all of our world. That is new, and frightening, and exceptionally beautiful.
So I am mindful of those little things which will no longer be my lot. The king sized bed to myself? No more. Leaving the dinner dishes 'til morning? That ain't gonna happen. Girlfriends over to drink wine and giggle 'til all hours? Not really.

I would like to be better, for him. I'd like to be more like him. Tim challenges me, and teaches me, and loves me so well. Somebody pinch me....I get to be his wife!

And the countdown continues.
The beat goes on.