This New Year’s Day is a particularly big one for me, both because of what this year will bring and because it brings a major, MAJOR decade in my life to a close. On New Year’s Day in 2000 (omg, 10 years ago!), I was a student at Michigan State, and had come down to Florida with two of my girlfriends to watch the Spartans play UF in the Citrus Bowl. And holy cow, did I ever hate that stupid Florida Gators “Gator Bait” chant (I’m still not a huge fan).
It was that trip that really set my life on its current path, and it blows my mind to think about it. I had no idea. We didn’t even plan on visiting Gainesville, but we ended up spending a couple of nights there, and that was all it took. And so, here are a few of the more noteworthy events of the last 10 years. You know, in my life, not in the world. Because I’m pretty sure that my accomplishments don’t mean too much to most of the world.
I packed my life into a car and drove from Michigan to Gainesville, Florida, where I (sort of) knew all of two people.
I met a boy at a country bar who wasn’t afraid to be goofy. He asked me to dance, then he asked me to marry him. I said yes to both.
I got a college degree, and realized I didn’t have a damn clue what to do with it.
I was accepted into my husband’s family, and grieved more deeply than I knew possible when my father-in-law passed away.
I learned to golf.
I was a salesperson, a bridal consultant, a dj, an after-school counselor, a volleyball coach, an administrative assistant, a blogger, a writer and an editor.
I adopted two amazing dogs, lost one, then fostered and found homes for two others.
I was in seven weddings (eight counting my own) and attended lots more.
I battled depression and anxiety. For a while, with meds, and now, with running.
I gained and lost (and gained) 15 pounds.
I became a godmother.
I completed a half marathon and several sprint triathlons.
I bought a home.
I think I became a grown up, and I think I’m okay with it. But this past decade makes me wonder — if this much happened between ages 19 and 29, what in the world do my thirties have in store?
I can’t wait.