There are things I thought I’d never do. I thought I’d never like avocados. And then one day I did. I thought I’d never get a “real job” that lasted more than a year or two, but I’m an accountant and next week is my sixth anniversary with my employer. I thought I’d never own furniture or live in any one city for more than a couple of years, but then I bought real estate. I thought I’d never get married (not because of any fundamental opposition to the idea, but because my list of criteria of what would make an acceptable life partner sounded shockingly unrealistic), but then I met a guy who ticked all my boxes.
This is what time does. It takes your ideas of how your life is going to go and it laughs. I’ve always known that. My life plans have never been solid. If something doesn’t work out, I’m ok to move on and if an unexpected opportunity arises, I’m happy to go for it. Or if my whims take me somewhere I didn’t know I wanted to go, I trust myself and see how it works out. As a rule, this has gone well for me.
But we’re talking here about vague plans. Things I thought I’d do. Things I thought I’d never do.
But then there are the things I swore I’d never do. The things so based on my understanding of myself that I never questioned that I might change my mind on them. Continue reading