I just knew it would all click when we got married.
I just knew it would all click when we got settled into our new apartment.
I just knew it would all click when I started my new job.
I just knew it would click when I got plugged into to a community.
But it didn't. It, whatever it is, didn't click. Honestly, it hasn't clicked quite yet.
I had convinced myself that moving was the magic pill that I needed to push myself out of my comfort zone. It was... for a hot second, but it didn't last long. When a community of wonderful, true, real people didn't materialize at my feet I kinda just gave up. I had rested the last few years on "when Reese and I get married" "when I live in a smaller city" "when I (insert excuse here)".
It was a tough pill to swallow. I decided the best course of action was to throw myself a pity party complete with hats, noise makers and food (poor food choices, actually). Which didn't help anything click-- including my belt. But I finally drew the line in the sand. I am the only one who can make it click. The pity party ends now.
I'm back at it. I'm gonna make it click.