I finally got the tattoo I've been wanting* - yay! And Liverpool celebrates it too by marching on in Champions League... (Yes, DevilMood, so did your beloved Porto!)
I've lost 13 out of the 14 kilos I said I wanted to lose - yay! And I plan to continue...
I've lost 13 out of the 14 kilos I said I wanted to lose - yay! And I plan to continue...
I'm also still with the man of my dreams (who not only tolerates my crush on Rufus, but finds it rather amusing so helps me keeping it up...) and we've got the lovely bunch of kids we wanted.
And we've even booked our summer holidays in Crete next summer, where this will be our view for 3 weeks (except that I'll be under the sea most of the time...):
So why are these the lines now almost continually running through my head, like a muttering;
Now I'm where I wanna be
and who I wanna be
and doing what I always said I would and
yet I feel I haven't won at all!
Could it be I somehow feel I had the makings for even more? What could possibly be more?
I still haven't figured this one out, may take some time...
* go to no. 36 ...