I wonder where I’ll be in a year. If you had told me one year ago what I would be doing today, I never would have believed you.
Okay, scratch that. Maybe I would have. Because a year ago I was sitting in my office, bitter, angry, and heartbroken that my husband hadn’t been rehired at the school we both started working at right after we got married. I felt cheated. Like all of our plans had blown up in our faces and we were looking at a future that wasn’t the one we’d hoped for.
So yes, if you had told me then that a year later I would be sitting in my house, jobless by choice, I might have grinned and looked a little too satisfied with myself.
I was angry in the beginning. Angry because I never realized how quickly it can all change. How fast the things you want and think you need can slip away.
This year I will turn 28. That sounds young to some of you, older to others. Ten years ago I was a senior in high school and soooo ready to get out of my school and town that I could taste it. In a few months we’ll all get back together, comment on how much or how little we’ve all changed. I wonder what they’ll think of me. In my heart, I know how I feel. So far away from that girl who cried the first time she was in her dorm room, lonely and alone in a big new place. Sometimes though I feel like I can reach out and touch her and I know that innocence, that promise of new life and anything being possible is right there. And I wonder what change my tomorrows will bring.
This is my first Five Minute Friday. Glad to be joining in!