What Happened To This Woman?

You see that woman in white? Yeah, that’s me. A little under five years ago. This picture was taken the day that I vowed to live my life shackled to loving Mr. Houseful. On THIS day, I was a mother of one, and 27 years of age. On this day, I probably weighed 30 pounds less than I do at the moment, and I thought that I was busy beyond all comprehension.

Boy was I clueless!

It’s amazing that at this point in my life, I thought that I was inundated with issues. And to tell the truth, I probably was. My 27 year old self was probably dealing with parenting a young black boy just the way that my 31 year old self is dealing with now parenting TWO young black boys. I was just freshly out of a job, and yet, I was entirely happy to be walking down the aisle to Mr. Houseful later that day.

Wedding planning for me was a joy. If you ask Mr. Houseful, he’ll say just the opposite. He’ll tell you that I fussed over details that really didn’t matter, and that I went berserk at the thought of NOT having a videographer the day of the wedding (he’ll also tell you that later he conceded that it was a fantastic idea, and I’m the best wife ever for suggesting it.)

What I miss most about my 27 year old self is that I was a little bit freer. Going places when I wanted to, instead of hemming and hawing about not looking a certain way. I may have had less money, and less children, and less clutter, but I feel that I lived more.

I want THAT portion of 27 back. The will to live in the moment. Don’t get me wrong, I think that I’m getting better. I’m attending festivals, and concerts, and plays and everything, but that’s for the children. I love it – but I’m looking for some grown up stuff to get into – and not just a once a year cruise that Mr. Houseful and I have vowed to take.

We’re going to have a monthly date night. We tried for weekly and failed in the most magnificent manner ever. So we’re aiming a little lower, and making it count.

We’re going to spread our cultural wings as well. It makes no sense that I went to the opera THRICE before the age of 18 and haven’t been back since. I enjoyed the opera. Yes, I’m one of those.

So, 27 year old self – I need you to send some of your energy my way. And in exchange, I’ll send you some of my weight. You can handle it anyway – you’re SO five years ago.


~Make It A Fantastic Day!

Photo Credit: Nakai Photography