Today is the last day of September. It’s also a black moon, which scientists say won’t occur again until July 2019. It’s also six weeks until my wedding. I can’t help but think where I’ll be in 2019. Or who I’ll be. Or who I’ll be with. But I’m very much looking forward to finding out.
I met my future husband online in November of 2015. For our first date, he took me to a vegetarian restaurant because he got that “crunchy vibe” off me. I was hooked. Three months later we exchanged “I love yous”. Six months later he moved in. Eight months later he proposed (at a Modest Mouse concert no less). And three weeks later we booked a cozy little venue for the anniversary of that first date. Which is in 6 weeks. That’s a wedding planned in four months.
It’s crazy how quickly things can change. In a single moment, your whole is altered- a swipe, a signature, an I do… Life seems to be a series of big build ups that culminate in one precious moment. Decisions we thinks are minuscule can end up having the most profound effects on our lives. It’s only in hindsight that we pinpoint the instant that changed everything.
I think back to those moments and revel in them. I’m in love with those moments. I’m so exuberantly happy with myself for making those decisions that, at the time, seemed so insignificant. I can be so hard on myself and unforgiving, but when I think back to my life changing moments, I’m a proud mama bear of my past self. It gives me hope that my future self can make some pretty awesome choices to. I’m very much looking forward to the next black moon.