The haunting of my own words

I'm beginning to think what people say about your words coming true is true. And the worse part is even if you change your mind about it, when it comes true that doesn't matter. So now, I regret saying things like "I don't think I'll ever get married. I don't think I'm cut out to be married. I don't want children...." I think you get the drift. There's no internal clock going off causing this drama. It's just the sense of loss when you've found something good and then you no longer have it. The thought of having to go without that thing can be downright depressing. Especially when you realized you didn't mind having it "for as long as you both shall live" if given that option. Am I a wild thing? Am I ready to run? I don't think so, but thanks Dixie Chicks for those anthem so many years ago. This journey may have many twists and turns and I have no idea what's up the road of how many of them there are but I will keep going with the hopes that when it gets dark someone else can put up the tent and I, though capable of assembly, can simply hold the flashlight.