Treatment Playlist for Week of 8/27/2012

Every week I make myself a playlist to get through treatment. I find that when it's the same playlist, every day, for that week, it's almost like a stress reliever and time keeper. I know when I can time every bit of what's happening by what song is being played. That being said. I decided to start posting mine. There will be a new one every week posted. These are via Spotify. If you don't have Spotify, or use Spotify. I highly recommend it. It's a brilliant product.

God gave me you.

I have been writing a lot lately. Mostly in my Moleskine journal I keep in my bag. And mostly during treatment, or while waiting in patient rooms, waiting rooms, that type of situation where it can feel like hours if you don't stay busy. I have a lot planned for my little nook on the web here. And so many things planned for my future that they basically all want to burst out of me completely into fireworks in the air.

I've been writing. I just haven't been posting as much because, quite simply. I fell in love with a beautiful human being who has made me the Queen of his world, and he is so gallantly, head over heels, not even ashamed to say, my King. Love has this funny way of coming at you-hitting you head on, literally in our case, when you aren't looking for it and sometimes, just sometimes, it fits and its magic. He pushes me to be the best version of myself, not for him, but for myself. He respects me and supports me in a way I didn't think was even possible. I sometimes find myself just watching him, whether we're just walking the dog or putting the kettle on for tea and I feel my entire face light up with a giant grin because I know any moment he'll feel my eyes on him, and happily meet my gaze. He'll hold it there, a moment past when normally you'd start to feel uncomfortable. Just because he doesn't want to look away.

We are very alike and very different in the best of ways. I bring out sides of him that his friends and family say they thought were long gone, which I often find rather difficult to believe, to believe of my love, to ever be that way. But then I think back on the type of person I was before and I realize, yes of course he was that way, I was that way once too. And maybe that's why it works, maybe that's why there is so much magic, because above everything, above this magnetic pull, this electricity in the air the moment we're near one another, above the way we utterly care for one another, we deeply understand each other. I think that, above anything else, is so crucial for any relationship. You must understand each other, and always strive to continue to understand each other.

You won't always be head over heels. He drives me batty sometimes and I know I make him rage at times. But then there's that moment, where we stop, we breathe, and we say 'what was it that caused this, what can we do to fix it, and what can we try to do so this doesn't happen to us again...what can we learn together here'. To have someone so willing to communicate, so able to, so patient and so welcoming with everything about who I am and to return that, is just...magic.

And so, that's where I've been. Happy. So happy that I literally skip sometimes. He's been the exception to every thing I've ever thought, believed, or imagined. I'm so proud to be his partner in life, and I am looking forward to every single day with him.

For now, I leave you with that. And this. Because, if I can find someone who really is good, and exceeds all of my expectations, and is my only exception, then I promise, anything is possible.