T is for Timing

This is my unofficial Alphabee Thursday posting, since I missed last Thursday's deadline! My computer is in pieces and I'm borrowing my hubby's right now to post this... So please forgive my lateness. My house is in boxes and buckets and I can't find anything, but I hate missing an "assignment" so here goes:

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T is for Timing
Timing is Everything
********I wrote this entry on paper, sitting in my car, after seeing the movie Sex and the City 2. It touched me on so many levels that I just had to get it all out at that moment.********


When I first heard that S&tC2 was coming out the night before I was getting married, I thought it was a sign. I just HAD to go see it that night, I thought, and even joked about it beign my bachelorette party. But as fate had it, I did not get to see it that night, and I was pretty upset. I felt something was being taken from me--a piece of me was being lost-- and it set off a series of thoughts abuot losing myself in my marriage--and was I sure I was ready-- and what was I giving up in getting married. I mean...don't get me wrong, ...I love my man, so very much, but this person I'd become in the 8 years since my divorce--this stronger, more reliable, more self-assured woman I'd grown into--what was gonna happen to her? Doubts, I'm sure, most every bride may have the night before her nuptials, and although I knew in my heart getting married was right, my head was still a bit concerned for the independent me. Did not getting to have this last hoorah signal the beginning of things I would be giving up from here on after?

But, as life does, it went on and in the course of plans changing and the times being altered, our wedding was pushed up and without any thought or time to ponder, we just did it--made our vows, exchnged our tokens of love and commitment, and two became one.

We went on to our honeymoon and had a great time away from life, then returned home and the frantic schedule of our week consumed us--work, dr appt, and the daunting task of moving all my stuff to his place...no, make that OUR place. (which emotionally is an entry all unto itself for another time.)

But then, it was done, my old house/life was merged with his, and I found myself to be taskfree (or at least not time-tabled) and kid-free for one whole day as well, so I officially declared yesterday to be ME DAY, and announced that I was taking the day off from packing, or unpacking as it were, and I was doing someething just for me. And that would be to finally go see Sex and the City 2, and maybe do a little shopping.

Approaching this movie now, on this day, a week into my marriage, had me a little apprehensive. It's hard to put all the feelings into words, but seeing the previews of how Aiden shows back up into Carrie's life, and the teasers about that storyline, and my own thoughts and connections with the Carrie/Big/Aiden triangle....I was little worried aobut where the storyline was going to go. See, I have had my own Carrie/Big/Aiden type triangle in the past, I could write countless entries on how my life resembles Carrie's in so many ways...and as much as I cannot share publically about it, suffice it to say I was very curious about where it would go in the movie.

But as I sat there, in the theater, the stories of these women playing out before me, it was as if I was right where I was supose to be, at that precise moment in time. As it always has, these characters and the stories they tell spoke volumes more to me than it may have to other viewers. There is such a deep connection to the story of my own life in these four friends and the roads their lives take--Carrie in particular--but a little of each of the other three, too, and I found myself, at the final scene of the movie, in tears (as usual) wanting nothing more than to go home, wrap my arms around my husband, and kiss him. For I know that everything is as it should be, and that like Carrie Bradshaw Preston, I am right where I am suppose to be and am who I am meant to be.