Sign O' The Times

After my last entry, I sat back on the sofa and exhaled. Pondering whether to begin sorting my head out or whether to give up. Wondering if I would be a hideous person by going through with the wedding, wishing for some kind of sign, any glimmer of hope...

I flip onto Facebook for some temporary distraction and see

Sophie Xxxxxxx Xxxxx "I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." Marilyn Monroe
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So I consider this momentarily, maybe this is a test and have been plunged into my worst for various reasons that I have no sway over and by the boy still wanting to marry me now, then I have it proven that he deserves my best too and more importantly, that I deserve to be at my best. I click on Sophie's profile and click on a comment made by her friend. This in turn leads me to her profile where I find...

"I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions."

Okay... I admit it... I am reaching for anything to grab onto. But when I sit muttering to myself about wanting a tiny glitter sparkle of one, then I will happily take it when appears.