Ten
years ago today, I was freshly married, exhausted, still pulling
bobby-pins out of my oh so short hair, and so seasick as to be bedridden, headed out on an Alaskan cruise.
Since then,
life has taken me places I never thought I'd go; home ownership, job
loss, finding a Winter Family, logging close to 2000 miles in hockey road trips, outpatient surgery, work injury, suing
said employer (Twice! Once for unemployment, once for the injury. I
won both cases.), discovering someone you once called your friend is a
kiddie-diddler who paid for the pleasure, divorce, bankruptcy, short
sale on the house, meeting Omaha's amazing characters and being able to
count them among my friends, leasing and then buying my Mini Cooper Donovan, partnership in a family LLC, learning to be
better friends than spouses with the ex, dating over 30, blogging, body
pain, three dental crowns, giving depression what for, meeting Thunderhead,
and finding a place that feels more like a commune than an apartment
building.
No wonder the past couple years have been so low key.
Seems like enough packed into a decade for a lifetime. And I'm at the
gate, begging for more. As unsubstantiated Chinese curses go, living in interesting times feels like a favorite pair of jeans.