Wow, what a week! It seems that I’ve gotten to the point in life where I think that at the end of every single week. I mean, when I started writing these diaries I really hated Mondays and I couldn’t wait until the end of the week. I just wanted the week to be over so that I could forget it, sleep through the weekend and then begrudge having to start another week. Now that I’m a different man with my provillus treatments, I love Mondays and I hate Fridays only because they bring the week to an end, but I love them otherwise. I live for each successive week now and it is a very good feeling to have.
Justine and I went shopping for an engagement ring on Monday after work and we found one that we both fell in love with immediately. We couldn’t wait to purchase it and when she finally slipped it on her finger, I actually had to hold back tears at how perfect and wonderful it looked.
The rest of the week we spent shopping around for houses, deciding that it was time to leave our lives in apartments and live together since we were technically engaged. The only interruption in this was when Justine’s father called. She told him the news and he was ecstatic, asking to speak to me and heartily congratulating me for taking the plunge. He said that he would be in town against next week and that we should have dinner then.
We got tired of the poor selection in houses and eventually decided to build our own. We therefore put the money down for a lot outside of the city, but close enough that we can both drive to work without any fear. The lot is big and will have plenty of room for the kids that we both want to have. We’ll be meeting with builders most of next week and from there all we have to do is decide on the design for the house and the builders will start working on it right away.
A few months ago, if you had told me that I would be on the fast track to being a senior partner in my firm, engaged to the woman of my dreams and building our dream house together, I would have laughed in your face. There was no way in hell I thought that would happen before I started taking provillus.
But Provillus did change me. The hair by itself is not what got me all of these opportunities. What the hair did is it allowed my true personality to come out. It allowed me to get past my depression and realize that beneath all that anguish and sadness there was a life worth living. Once I realized that and realized that I still had the ability to get to my full potential, everything else began to fall into place.
Thank you Provillus, for everything you’ve done for me. I guarantee you I’ll never forget it.
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