I don’t know if other bloggers do this, but I tend to write my posts in my mind well before I sit down to type. Sometimes I write stuff mentally before going to bed, or while in the shower, or while walking Sassy. This probably comes from my years as a newspaper reporter, when I’d write in my head what my stories would say while on the way back from a fire or interview or meeting.
Sometimes I’d change my mind, though, after realizing my initial idea doesn’t work. Like now.
My plan was to write about how two years ago today, Mike and I moved into our house. It was a leap of faith because we had only known each other for six months and had not even lived together before we were house hunting then mixing thousands of dollars of our money together.
Then I planned to go on to say how this leap of faith ended up being a good bet, and that two years later, we’re still happy and thriving and everything.
But then I realized that two years is nothing! Sure, it would’ve become evident pretty quickly if this was a horrid idea since we didn’t even know each other very well when we decided to do all of this. But it’s not like anyone who’s two years deep in something can say it’s a happily-ever-after success story. Actually, it’s just the beginning.
I’m pretty sure that when we get married in a few months that we’ll be married until one of us croaks. After all, I’m a well-seasoned, well-marinated middle-aged lady and I’ve tried to learn lessons from past fuckups.
Even though this post didn’t follow my mental version, it’s safe to say that this leap of faith we took wasn’t an awful idea so far. The story is still being written, and I’m looking forward to seeing it unfold.
So much of life is just holding your breath, jumping, and hoping for the best, isn’t it? Do you have a memorable time in which you took a leap of faith? I’d love to hear about it.