Today I went with D. to Luhvuhl to eat at the Old Spaghetti Factory. I don't know why I wanted to go there; I had been once when I was in high school with my mom and some family friends. At the time I thought it was the nicest place I'd ever eaten and I can't think of too many teenage girls who wouldn't find the horse drawn carriages wonderful. I was excited to see several teenage girls all decked out in prom dresses, with their (white!) tuxedoed dates standing next to the horse drawn carriages. One carriage looked amazingly like Cinderellas, but none of them went for a ride. While we waited for our table, I spent my time looking at all of the beautiful gowns (and frankly, some slutty dresses) and thinking back to a time that I am ten years removed from.
It's crazy how different my life is now compared to what I thought it would be. Back then, I thought I would be married with at least one or two children. At the least a stay at home mom or a part time worker. I had no plans for college.
Fast forward to today. I have taken classes off an on over the years and I'm about halfway to a four year degree. I find it incredibly ironic that I work for a branch of the government that lives and breathes postsecondary education. I have been married and divorced. I have no children. And my life is so much more than I ever thought it could be. I've traveled to Africa, flown on planes and connected with people I've never bothered to think about before. I have (tentative) travel plans to go to California in late summer, and a man who is so crazy about me that it borders on ridiculous.
In fact, my biggest fear lies in which good path to choose, because I only want the path that God wants for me. Yes, I really am that blessed. I suspect the day is fast approaching when I will have to make at least one decision. And it could be the most painful.
