Wow! Mark ... thank you so much for your touching comment ... which is perfectly timed. I am not where I thought I would be ... or should be ... but I'm beginning to think it is exactly the right place. I've been reading Mark Manson recently ... books that I never thought I'd read, primarily because of the titles and his outrageous use of F*&K. He recommends radical responsibility for everything that comes our way. I'm beginning to think he is right.
You are welcome. I think so much of where we should be, is only evident when we can step back and take in the larger picture of our lives. What may make no sense now, might when we see where we are in that broader context. Radical responsibility for anything is a scary concept.
I like your story and fully believe that minute decisions or adjustments in our day can change our lives.
Four decades ago I was hitch-hiking through Yellowstone to find a job in Montana. I got a ride with a guy who was having break issues with his car - so I got dropped off at the next "intersection" - Old Faithful Inn. . . where I got a job in a bar . . . fifty miles from where I got a job as a bar manager the next summer . . . and another fifty miles away from where I met a wonderful woman who is now my editor (and wife)
So many of the decision stories I've heard related to meeting the person who became a life partner. Thanks for sharing yours ... and it was a delight to meet her through her writings.
What great stories, Joyce. Jean-Luc Picard's and your sweatshirt. I feel like life is packed with tiny decisions that influence the outcome of our lives. We're unaware of the twists and bends in the road at the time, but each takes us down a slightly different path.
One big decision that was actually dictated by my parents was back when I was in high school. I always planned to attend UW-Madison, but when the math building was blown up by anti-Viet Nam protestors, my parents said I couldn't go there...that it was too dangerous. I rebelled and said that since they weren't paying for my education, they couldn't dictate where I went--but ultimately, when I saw how strongly they felt about this, I opted to attend UW-Milwaukee. It's where I met lifelong friends and my husband of almost 47 years, so it proved to be a very good choice. Life happens. ❤️💕❤️
Thanks, Becky ... interesting how many of our little decisions wind up putting us together with a life partner. Love the beginning of the you and Ted story ... is there another one that contributed to the first meeting? hugs, j
Joyce, we were both on the collegiate bowling team--but he was married at the time and we bowled at opposite ends of the "house." Then, once the university built the union with a bowling alley, he returned as the coach--and was no longer married. When he gave me a note that said, "How about a date some time? Please check one." And there was only one box next to Yes, I agreed. The rest is history. 😉
I so love it! What made you decide to be on the bowling team? Sounds like this was a long series of decisions that gradually brought you together ... the university ... the bowling team. His marriage ... his divorce ... his note... your yes. ;-)
BTW - You being where you are Joyce might be exactly where you were meant to be. You shine a lot of light in some dark corners.
Wow! Mark ... thank you so much for your touching comment ... which is perfectly timed. I am not where I thought I would be ... or should be ... but I'm beginning to think it is exactly the right place. I've been reading Mark Manson recently ... books that I never thought I'd read, primarily because of the titles and his outrageous use of F*&K. He recommends radical responsibility for everything that comes our way. I'm beginning to think he is right.
You are welcome. I think so much of where we should be, is only evident when we can step back and take in the larger picture of our lives. What may make no sense now, might when we see where we are in that broader context. Radical responsibility for anything is a scary concept.
I like your story and fully believe that minute decisions or adjustments in our day can change our lives.
Four decades ago I was hitch-hiking through Yellowstone to find a job in Montana. I got a ride with a guy who was having break issues with his car - so I got dropped off at the next "intersection" - Old Faithful Inn. . . where I got a job in a bar . . . fifty miles from where I got a job as a bar manager the next summer . . . and another fifty miles away from where I met a wonderful woman who is now my editor (and wife)
So many of the decision stories I've heard related to meeting the person who became a life partner. Thanks for sharing yours ... and it was a delight to meet her through her writings.
Tx, I will pass on your kind comments
What great stories, Joyce. Jean-Luc Picard's and your sweatshirt. I feel like life is packed with tiny decisions that influence the outcome of our lives. We're unaware of the twists and bends in the road at the time, but each takes us down a slightly different path.
One big decision that was actually dictated by my parents was back when I was in high school. I always planned to attend UW-Madison, but when the math building was blown up by anti-Viet Nam protestors, my parents said I couldn't go there...that it was too dangerous. I rebelled and said that since they weren't paying for my education, they couldn't dictate where I went--but ultimately, when I saw how strongly they felt about this, I opted to attend UW-Milwaukee. It's where I met lifelong friends and my husband of almost 47 years, so it proved to be a very good choice. Life happens. ❤️💕❤️
Thanks, Becky ... interesting how many of our little decisions wind up putting us together with a life partner. Love the beginning of the you and Ted story ... is there another one that contributed to the first meeting? hugs, j
Joyce, we were both on the collegiate bowling team--but he was married at the time and we bowled at opposite ends of the "house." Then, once the university built the union with a bowling alley, he returned as the coach--and was no longer married. When he gave me a note that said, "How about a date some time? Please check one." And there was only one box next to Yes, I agreed. The rest is history. 😉
I so love it! What made you decide to be on the bowling team? Sounds like this was a long series of decisions that gradually brought you together ... the university ... the bowling team. His marriage ... his divorce ... his note... your yes. ;-)