That’s how I feel right now. As if I’m fighting against everyone else about this huge decision before me. I mean, you’d think I’d done this on purpose! You know, closing my office and offering myself a job in San Diego. This is not the way I would’ve chosen for my life to go at this point. Honestly, I just got into a really good routine.
Everyone seems angry with me and the hubs and I are the only ones really excited about the opportunity that this could mean for us and our family.
I’m a fairly intelligent person. I’ve thought about traffic. I’ve considered the cost of living increase. I’ve researched the housing market. I’ve looked at school calendars to see when visitations would work out for the dads. I know the difficulties. I don’t need someone else to point them out. I’m not 19 and I’m no longer deciding for just myself. But thank you for making sure I’m not missing anything. It seems that everyone I love is being selfish and thinking about how this would affect them instead of how it would impact me. Or, more likely, that may be my skewed perception because they’re just not as excited about the idea as I am?
When I was 23, I told my family that I was getting married. I was met with some pretty fierce resistance and told that I wasn’t ready, that he wasn’t the right guy. Now, they were right. But I went through with it anyway. Because I was not supported? Who knows. That marriage didn’t last. Not even 1 year. Epic. Fail. Do I regret it? Not even a little bit. I am who I am today because of all the decisions I’ve made for myself. Some good, most not good.
You don’t have to live my life. You just have to love me in spite of my stupid/smart decisions.