When I was younger, I would always dream about how I would get married when I was 24 or 25. I wanted to wear a flowing pink wedding dress, with my hair in gorgeous curls studded with pink pearls as I walked floated in the Church’s aisle. I would live in a nice bungalow house with a lawn, garden and pool. My hubby and me will have have three kids, two boys and one girl in the middle.
I would play that scene over in my mind, I couldn’t wait for the day when I’ll finally grow up to fulfill my dream.
I now have a total of three scrapes on my right hand.
I have one nasty deep scrape on my forefinger knuckle, one on my middle knuckle and one on my pinky finger. My hand is starting to look battered and it hurts really bad. My trainor says I’m punching too hard, so maybe I just have to ease up a little bit.
But I’m not stopping now.
