IIRC, the first time I laid eyes on foobart was at a youth group retreat in early 1992; he ran to get a first aid kit when I sprained my ankle. Awww. We got to know each other at a week-long church conference called Jubilee '92. I was going through a really difficult time at that point, and he became my lifeline to sanity. I was seeing someone else (and then saw someone else after that) but eventually badgered him into dating me. We were 14 and 16, and our relationship was predictably juvenile. I couldn't pinpoint a time -- or even a year -- that I really started to love him. I suppose, in a way, we are still growing to love each other. Every day there are new lessons in figuring out what it means to care about someone this deeply and how to make that care manifest in everyday life. For me, that's one of many very cool parts of being married. :-)
I missed my friends. Also, the calls to prayer, and my treadmill.
I miss my friends. :-) And my family, and my puppies. And trees, and snow, and hills, and the ocean.
Hmmm. Describing my life and myself sounds rather unnerving, so I'll concentrate on what's changed. I think since 2001 I've put myself in several situations that did not make for my happiness: unemployment, and then a school I didn't enjoy, and then the stresses of being a therapist. In the process I think I've learned a lot about what it takes to keep me happy and healthy and sane. (Specifically, I'm getting better at distinguishing between courses of action that make me happy and courses of action I guiltily feel ought to make me happy -- like being a social worker.) I am also a lot more aware of my own moods, and a lot better equipped to manage them. As a result, I'm a lot more emotionally stable and sure of myself than I was in 2001. Still moving onward toward perfection, though. :-)
Yesterday I did the Your Perfect Major Quiz you took a while back, and I got 100% in both philosophy and journalism. I think that's pretty accurate: reflecting on, and communicating about, philosophy/religion is really important to me. Someday I'd like to have a job where I get to do that more. At this point I'm sort of imagining becoming a religion professor who also does a bunch of writing, but that's subject to change without notice. :-)
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