A Wild World.

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I remember the first time that I heard the song Wild World by Cat Stevens.  It was the year 2000 and the first week of my freshmen year of college.  There was a girl on my floor whose Dad was still a hippie.  He made her a burned CD (because those were all the rage) of this song and gave it to her when she left home.  She played it often.  And while the song may been written about a lost lover, it translated well to the new life ahead of me.

I can’t believe that was 15 years ago.  I see all of these kids, or I guess grown ups, celebrating graduation and it makes me think back.  That it’s been exactly a decade and a half since I graduated high school in May of 2000.  It seems so long ago.  In those 15 years I have lived in 10 places.  Both alone and with cherished friends.  I have had my heart broken.  I have witnessed utter heartbreak.  I have fallen in love.  I got married.  I carried and delivered two beautiful children.  One boy and one girl.  I have been scared.  I have been proud.  I have dabbled in several industries.  I have been thin.  I have been chubby.  Why can’t I still be thin.  I have traveled.  I  have been healthy.  I have done things that I am not proud of.  I have done things that I never knew that I could.  The things that were a big deal seem so small now.  And so many of the small things feel so big.

Sitting here I have to consider myself so blessed.  I can’t believe all that I have experienced.  And while I continually challenge myself to do better and to be better, I look back and realize that I have carried that feeling forever.  And with that being said.  There is nothing that I would have changed.   Unless I can be thin again.  I will take that.

In the end I think we are left with our experience and our legacy.  Make them great.  I don’t know if we can really mess them up.  Just maybe change a course.

And this rambling is inspired by this older Tribe is Alive pullover that I bought used on Instagram.   And this rad book wall that we drove past while visiting Matt at work this week.

Carpe Diem.