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Photo by Aaron Sarauer

Photo by Aaron Sarauer

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Can you finish this sentence?

I cannot wait to tell you all about the Big Bang Bazaar that happened this weekend (and by all, I mean the good, the bad and the ugly!), but for now, I just want to know what you think.

If it’s not evident yet, I am a romantic.  Hopeless sometimes, but I think most of the time hopeful.  I like to think that everything has a purpose and that we were brought to where we are for a reason.  But that doesn’t necessarily mean I surrender everything to fate.  Some things, I make happen still.  Or at least I’d like to think so.

And some things just come to me.  I like imagining things, and sometimes, it almost feels like I willed myself to make something happen.  Like I thought about it too much that it had no other choice to be here.  Like the night I met Dylan.  I said, I miss feeling something powerful.  And when I first met Dylan, I was just superbly annoyed.  Like amazingly annoyed for no reason whatsoever.  The rest, as they say, is history.

So how about you?  Do you still remember the times when it felt like you willed something to happen?

How about you finish this sentence for me then? :)  It doesn’t have to be addressed to the night you met me; I don’t love myself that much (haha).  Think of the night you met this person and see if you willed this person to be in your life.  What were you thinking then?  What were you doing?  Do you think fate brought you there?  Was it a coincidence?  Was it purposeful?  Or was it a mere happenstance?

Let’s make this your dead letter. :)