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"I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful..." -Drake

I know that success means different things to different people. For some, it means lots of money. For others, a sense of security. For still others, it means a happy family and great relationships.

Me? I want all of that. And more.

I'm working and watching "The Devil Wears Prada." There's one scene where Miranda talks about her impending divorce. She looks so pitiful as she talks about losing another husband.

I do not want that. I want to have love in my life. I want to have it all.

Of course, at this point, I don't know if that includes children. I want them, but as my 45th birthday approaches, I don't know that babies will be in the cards for me.

I want a husband, too, even though I was told that marriage is out of style. We shall see.

What I do know is that whatever is for me will be mine.

While I don't know what the future holds, I know I have to trust in what God has. Even if I can't see it. Even if it seems like it's not coming. Even if it hurts.

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