Someone said, while watching Sunday night TV, that every ten years you are a different person.
I was naive and 17 a decade ago. One year left of high school, and never been kissed (which lasted until about 2 weeks shy of graduation- Loser). A year later, I entered college for a career that looked like a good idea at the time. I lost some weight, and gained it back. I made a few friends ( and enemies) and graduated 3 years later. I met my husband on graduation night. A year later we were married, and had our first child a year and one week after that. We had our daughter 3 months last September... and now I am 27.
Over the past ten years, I have absolutely changed. There is no doubt. I followed my career path, however it got rough towards the end... Turns out my high school career selection wasn't the best long term choice after all. I am at home now, raising my kids and trying to keep busy with things I love to do. I am thinking about going back to school, too bad I can't make up my mind on what would be the best choice for me. Those friends I made in college, I have lost contact with most of them. As for my enemies, I have forgiven some, and still hold grudges for others.
My husband and I have a happy little family. We own our house, a dog and a cat. And despite our debt, stubborn children and sleepless nights we have never fought. We are not perfect, and we do have some disagreements which are quickly and peacefully resolved. He has changed a lot over the past year, and our children change daily. I want another baby in a few years... And we would love to move. Two things that would bring big changes to our family.
There are many things I need to work on, qualities I need to gain and weight I need to loose. Everyday is a step forward in both directions. There are so many things that make us who we are, your likes and dislikes, your skills and abilities, beyond what type of eggs you prefer. Every day you change, every year you grow wiser ( and perhaps a pant size larger? :( ), and yes, I too believe that every ten years you are a different person.
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