Back in another lifetime, I wrote this little blog entry.
August 20, 2009:
What would you like to be doing two years from now?
I have a new boss and this is a question on his “getting to know you” page. Um…HOW THE FUCK WOULD I KNOW?
Probably not the answer he’s looking for.
I remember a time when I thought I knew the answer. How did all that turn out? I’m not a mom. My marriage is a wreck. Another relationship is in the toilet. I take three medications daily to keep from going off the deep end. My acting career is well…let’s just say Off-Off Broadway is not where I wanted it to be at this point. Instead I sit for eight hours a day in a beige cubicle, staring at a computer.
I know what kind of answer he wants for this question and I’ll suck it up and write some corporate babble for him, but seriously–this is not the question you want staring you in the face first thing in the morning in the middle of a very bad week.
You silly woman, had you only known what was to come. Two months after writing that, I met a man. Eight months after meeting that man we found ourselves staring at a pregnancy test shouting, “Holy shit”! Something both of us never thought would happen in our respective lives had happened. We chose to embrace the blessing. Our families embraced the blessing. He put a ring on my finger; we moved to a larger apartment and did our best to prepare for the storm that is Baby Jack. It’s been two years since I wrote that blog entry and everything has changed.
It’s fucking awesome.
So here I am again, internet. Ever so sleep deprived (bless you, dear child), but in a happy place, ready to play again.