Tonight I ate dinner at a Mexican restaurant. It was supper tasty, and so was the margarita, but that’s a given, yes? Yes. So I was sitting there looking around the concrete walls painted in festive colors I realized that I’d been there before. Like thirteen years ago. Thirteen! It was a big day. I have a picture to prove it. Somewhere. It was thirteen years ago after all. That’s before the time of iPhones and wi-fi and all that instant and automatic stuff that we have now.
Anywho, I was eating there with my mom and the hubbs. It was a celebration dinner-I had just finished my hours for cosmetology school. I was fresh-faced, bright-haired and ready to take on the world, one perm roller at a time. I texted my man (I’m on this trip solo this go ’round) and we remarked over how much life has changed since then. Four adoptions, moves across Montana, the U. S., to the West coast and back again. And now, thirteen years later, I’m back in the little cantina, sampling the chips and salsa and sipping a red big-girl slushy.
I had been working today. The ironic thing is that I wasn’t working doing hair, as one would think given the last time I’d eaten there. Nope, haven’t rolled a perm in years, though I still do occasional cuts and colors. But I was working today none the less. As a nursing instructor. I sort of have issues deciding what I want to be with my life.
At any rate, there is a moral to this story. Ready for it? Anything is possible, kids. Anything-you just need a good dragon slayer by your side. Mine is that man who sat across from me all those years ago and celebrated my graduation. He continued to be by my side through the last thirteen years. We’ve battled infertility. We’ve gone to grad school. We’ve moved and changed jobs and bought houses and finalized adoptions. Through it all, he’s been right there with me-slaying dragons and encouraging my dreams. Right now that looks a lot less like bleach and a lot more like chasing dreams with words and writing. And that’s okay. Because anything is possible.