How did I get here? That seems to be a recurring statement in my life. It's one of those things that occurs when you look around at your surroundings and your life in general and think "How exactly did I end up here?" It was just yesterday I was playing on the playground with Bonnie in grammar school. It was just yesterday I was cutting class with Erin and eating breakfast at Bagel Chateau. It was just yesterday I had my own apartment in New Hampshire and could come and go as I please. It was just yesterday I was a newlywed and could travel anywhere at any time with next to no obligation to anyone. It was just yesterday I didn't have scars on my body from babies or surgeries or dramatic weight changes.
I'm not really complaining (right now anyway), all I'm trying to say is How did I get here? As Meredith Grey once said:
"We all think we're going to be great. And we feel a little bit robbed when our expectations aren't met. But sometimes, our expectations sell us short. Sometimes the expected simply pales in comparison to the unexpected. You gotta wonder why we cling to our expectations because the expected is just what keeps us steady, standing, still. The expected's just the beginning. The unexpected is what changes our lives."
I may have pictured my life going differently, and I won't lie and say that I don't sometimes wish I had that damn Zoltar machine Josh used in "Big", but overall life is pretty OK. My kids provide me endless joy and laughter (mostly why I started this blog), not that they aren't frustrating and mind bending at times (I will also share that-no worries) but in the end, all I can come up with is I got here because I was supposed to be here. So I'm going with that...until my next breakdown.
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