I recently came across something from my past made me start to think about this…It turns out that at some point during my senior year of high school we all wrote down where we thought we would be in 10-15 years and our responses were published in what looks to resemble a newspaper . You will find mine alongside a crowd of changing-the-world-do-gooders, the next Bill Gates, and other lofty 18 year old aspirations.
“Living in Manhattan, successful in my career, I might even have a family.” Funny huh? If you would have told me back then that I would be without a job, married, with a dog, and living in a suburb of Denver, I would have laughed in your face…loudly. And harshly…like a true New Yorker would.
As it turns out I am not living in Manhattan. I find the peace and quiet of my golf course suburbia life quite nice. Its home for right now. Not forever, but for right now. And although I don’t fit in with the SAHM crowd around here, they aren’t as terrible as I once imagined them to be. At least most of them don’t wear mom jeans.
I’d like to think I’ve had some success in the career department despite the current lack thereof. I’m excited for what is next. And my family – wouldn’t trade them for the world. As challenging as the last few months have been, I love where this different road has taken me.
“As we drive along this road called life, occasionally a gal will find herself a little lost. And when that happens, I guess she has to let go of the coulda, shoulda, woulda, buckle up and just keep going.” - my alter-ego-previous-life-persona, Carrie Bradshaw
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