Thursday, March 5, 2009

Proud of myself

Twenty years ago, I was a lonely, angry kid terrified to grow up. Was about to learn to drive, and hated every minute of it -- was scared to leave the very driveway behind the wheel. Barely knew how to write a check, let alone any of the other responsibilities of being an adult.

Last night as I successfully dodged black ice, heavy traffic and demonic detours to drive deep into the city after a long, but rewarding day of work, to meet my Wife and Her father at the Center to see a basketball game, I felt really good about just how far I have come since then.

I've driven all the way across the United States and in the maelstrom of Washington, D.C. I have met the Woman of my dreams and we've lasted fourteen years. I have a job with serious responsibilities, that for the most part I enjoy.

Like that country song they're playing these days, I sure wish I could write a letter to that miserable kid back in 1989 and tell him, hang tough, everything is gonna be okay.

4 comments:

Janice Thomson said...

How poignant ECD. Would that any of us could write that teenage kid and tell him/her it will all turn out...

molly said...

I'm glad you hung in there. Surviving all that angst, loneliness and self doubt obviously built character....

StayAtHomeKat said...

Hooray for ECD!


So many are better off that you enrich their lives!

Lone Grey Squirrel said...

Hurrah, you!