Fourteen years ago today, Michigan was in the grip of a nasty heat wave and I was in the hospital being pumped full of petocin so I could have my first child. I’d been in labor for over thirty hours…yet he didn’t have the courtesy to be born in daytime. Perhaps a forerunner to things to come.
This is not an ode to Adam, though he remains one of my favorite people. No, this is one point in my life when I can look back and see how things have changed. Fourteen years ago, I wasn’t a mom. Not yet. Not really. I still had a few hours left of ignorance on that front. I had no idea what raising a child entailed, no idea they could make you laugh until you cried or make you so upset you…cry. I had no concept of parent/child love. We learn every day and there’s so much more to learn.
I was working a job I hated, with no change in sight. I ended up working six more jobs I pretty much hated as well before I up and quit to write full time. That was a huge leap of faith. I had never sold a book. I’d never sold any writing. Seventeen months later, I sold my first manuscript. I never envisioned the rollercoaster ride of wonderful work that would follow.
Back then, writing was something fun to do and getting published was a pie in the sky “someday” plan. I didn’t write everyday. I didn’t write every month. I never completed a story. I dreamed of being a writer, but that was it. It wasn’t until eight years ago that I finally got serious.
I never imagined that I would someday like country music. I didn’t dream that my grandma would have cancer and survive, that I would have cancer and survive it too.
I had a cat I hated. It was mutual…the shoes I had to throw away proved it. Now I have a fantastic dog. Best one in the world.
Fourteen years ago, I didn’t own a real computer. Now I couldn’t live without the laptop that’s my constant companion. Or my MP3 player…or my palm pilot…or my cell phone…or my digital camera.
Is there a point to this post? Not really—fourteen years ago, I didn’t imagine the internet. I would never have guessed that I’d ever write anything like a blog. I’m a person who spends most of her life looking forward. I don’t dwell. I don’t look back. But…sometimes…looking back is good. It’s good to see from where we’ve come, and oh, how much things have changed.