Thank you all for chiming in on the last post. I'm so glad Heather asked me about my fears because the resulting self-reflection was just what I needed to do. Sometimes confronting our own fears becomes the catalyst for living fearlessly. And even more than sometimes, knowing that we are not alone in our fears brings immeasurable comfort. Your words have strengthened me more than you know.
Continuing on with answers to your questions...
Long-time blog friend Amy (who, alas, is no longer blogging) asked me, "Is there anything in your past that you wish had turned out differently?"
Hmm. Well, now it probably goes without saying that my biggest wish is that some of my college experiences turned out differently, considering what a huge impact those events had on my life. But beyond that?
Other than the normal regrets here and there, I suppose one big wish is that I would have been a little less emotional and a little more diplomatic in my first teaching job. I don't regret those first five years of teaching (because I ended up with some amazing relationships with my students), but I was hot-headed and head-strong, and when I left teaching I burned more than a few bridges behind me. So the short answer: I wish I hadn't left teaching so burned up and burned out.
Katy--who made a fabulously adorable cake for her son's first birthday--asked, "Do you always follow the speed limit or are you just lucky? How did you and Jason meet? I'm sure you have talked about it before, but I don't remember."
And since it touches on a similar theme, I'll follow-up with Margaret's question: "How did you meet your husband and what first attracted you to him?"
As you have probably read by now, I'm quite the stickler for the speed limit. And because Jason has had a few tickets in his driving career, I'm hyper-conscious about paying attention to posted speed-limit signs. The last thing we need is for our car insurance to go up.
How did Jason and I meet? (You were right, Katy. I have written about how Jason and I met, but it's been a few years.) For our eighth anniversary I wrote pretty much the whole story of our meeting/getting to know each other/dating/marrying history. And here--three and a half years later--I wouldn't add much to that post. It captures everything.
In case you decide not to visit that link, I'll just say we are high-school sweethearts. The first thing I noticed about him were his gorgeous blue eyes. And the first thing I was attracted to (aside from his good looks) was his emotional sensibility. He's a stable one, that Jason. His even keeled personality keeps me from going bonkers.
More answers to follow...but a trip to Costco is calling my name.
As well as this peculiar photo of me and Mr. Turtle. It leaves me speechless.