The formula that can't be forced.

Here we are, just shy of August 1st, thrust in the middle of the 9 days, and here I am, poised to get married in just over a week.

I wonder why I am so calm. The stress is mostly from the religious battle I’ve been waging in my head and in my house, and there is some minimal scurrying about to prepare for my family coming (all together for the first time in Israel).

As far as getting married, I am so calm. And it’s especially ironic, because I was the girl everyone said would get married last. I’d be the career lady, the traveler, the serial dater.

Maybe I’m calm because I’ve finally learned that you can’t control everything; that all you can do is make some moves for yourself and accept the results and keep an open head. No, I hadn’t meant to be married this year; in fact I promised someone else I wouldn’t do it. Yet, here I am. I found someone, and it’s as simple as that. I found someone who fits perfectly, and though shocked, I get it.

I’ve stayed away from math but the formula here is clear: this is the right person at the right time in the right place.






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