turning.point

I’ve never written a themed entry before, but I suppose this topic seems appropriate.  It’s hard to say exactly when the turning point occurred, but it would have been somewhere in between 2002 and 2003.  I became a better person, I learned to respect myself, my mind and my body.  I put myself through hell for a while, and not everyone knew that.  One night I would go out and do something stupid, and the next day I’d regret it.  I’d tell myself “this won’t happen again.”  But it did, it always did.  I was surrounded by friends who wouldn’t take anything seriously.  It’s okay to have fun, but getting carried away can be dangerous and a lot of people including myself hadn’t seen that.  I look back now and think to myself, how could I have been so careless?  And I’m glad that I snapped in to reality when I did.  I knew I wanted to have a family one day, and that I would want to get married while I was still young.  I knew I wouldn’t find “the one” while getting pissed at the local club.  It’s a meat market out there, everyone’s looking for the perfect one night stand.  I remember watching some of my friends and thinking, I hope you don’t expect a relationship out of this.  The turning point…  I made some mistakes.  I slept with someone who I knew I would never achieve “relationship” status with.  He was stringing me along, and I considered it harmless fun.  He was attractive, and we partied together, and that’s all it came down to.  I remember coming home one day after spending some time with him, I sat down on my bed and started to cry.  I knew I was wasting my time, and the fact that I had been “okay” with it really began to scare me.  I looked back on everything I had done, and realized that I needed to make a change.  A few weeks passed, and I had a pregnancy scare.  That sealed the deal, when everything turned out alright I thanked God a million times over for saving me before it was too late.  I spent some time then just working on myself.  I was single, and it was okay… Family and friends were the only people in my life.  I still went out and had a good time, but never ever got carried away like I had in the past.  A few months slowly trickled by, and that’s when I met Stephen.  I tell him, time and time again, that I’m so glad he came into my life when he did.  It didn’t take long, and I knew he was “the one” I’d been dreaming of since I was a little girl.  True, I’d been sidetracked for a while, but what’s right will always find you when you’re ready for it.  Timing is everything :o)

.kristin.