So Othello is back home from Japan, safe and sound. We've been discussing our relationship, and especially our future today. We are happy where we are... but this equilibrium will not last forever.
I always get this notion of myself that I'm gonna be the "best ever ____" ... fill in the blank. But I never am. And then when I finally get to the point where I am the best ever "whatever".... I'm so far beyond caring about that, that it's insignificant to me. How weird is that?
O openly admits that he's a late-bloomer in life and in love and in his career. I still can't get that into my head, but I know it's true, since I'm still scrapping to make a name for myself and I'm on the short run to 40 years old. But together, we are so happy to be blossoming at the same rate.
I told him we're a couple 4 O'Clocks (they're flowers). He said we're gonna live to be 100... so there is lots of time for us to accomplish tons of things :-)
Dot.
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living to be 100 is part of my plan, and i am mor ethan half way there, yippee.
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