The last three years are kind of a blur. Sometimes they feel like they were a blip on a radar; sometimes I swear more time has passed. There have been good times, bad times, and a whole lot of absolutely average times to make the good and the bad more memorable.
I’ve acquired a cat, been flooded out of an apartment, and been turned down for two jobs out of state. I’ve dabbled in dreams, dozed off at the wheel, and let an old man’s lies dictate the course of my life. I’ve learned the meaning of discipline and rekindled old passions in an effort to reclaim the identity I thought I’d lost.
It’s been a hell of a journey.
It’s a journey I wouldn’t have made alone. Left to my own devices, I can tell you exactly what would have happened.
For starters, I would still live in my parents’ basement. The money I made at my job would finance some really sweet gaming rigs and a stack of video games that would largely go unplayed. I would have purchased the Stargate roleplaying system while it was still on the market, and it would be resting beneath my video games. There is a good chance I would have bought myself a new guitar, and I would sheepishly quote the scene from This is Spinal Tap where Nigel insists that a specific guitar “must never be played”… assuming, of course, that I didn’t sell all of my musical gear in a bout of depression.
Ladies and gents, I would have a ton of useless crap cluttering up my space, living a life utterly devoid of ambition, if not for the woman I married three years ago.
Thank you, Sarah, for believing that there was more to me than bitterness and broken dreams and pushing me to become something far greater than I thought was possible. I don’t know what things will be like a year from now, but it doesn’t matter as long as you’re by my side.
Happy anniversary.