On finding freedom

Hey folks, Maeve here. The ladies over at Happily Hitched asked me to write about marriage. I'll admit, I was a little intimidated because I am so new at this thing. Although, the word "freedom" kept pounding in my heart so I decided to write about that. And how the very thing that terrified me about marriage was the exact thing I really needed.  I hope my story brings you encouragement, in whatever season you might be in.

xoxo


 

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This isn’t your typical love story friend. It isn’t a tale of girl meets boy, girl falls head over heels in love with boy, girl can’t wait for boy to propose and spend the rest of her life with him.

My story looks a little different.

We all have those pillar moments, the memories that stand out like bold font on a page.

One happened for me six years ago in my parent’s backyard. I was sitting on the deck, wearing a dress from an overly expensive boutique in London, where I had just spent 3 months studying [playing] abroad.

I sat with my sister, showing her the tattoo on my foot [the one my parents hadn't seen yet] and said, "I can't be ordinary Jess. I want to do things differently. I want more from this simple life."

I didn't know how much those words would wreck me. How much they would shape and alter every decision I made.

They were the push to seek different and cool and interesting. They were the pull to go against the grain, to be bold and brave.

They also had me chasing after things in the darkest of places, because I ached for someone or thing to fill the emptiness. I couldn’t stop running. I refused to be tied down. I didn't want anyone telling me what to do.

Head on over to Happily Hitched to read the full post!