Do you ever imagine a life different than the one you have?
Not wishing or hoping, just wondering.
Had I not ended up with Steve, I don’t imagine things would be any better: I only imagine much worse. Like three kids in a two-bedroom apartment. Or maybe a nice house but neglected and alone. Or maybe living by myself, forgetting what bills are due when with massive amounts of debt.
I imagine still being a waitress, still getting wasted every night, only older, this time a bit more pathetic.
I imagine discontentment.
And these musings remind me that I am content. That I was happy to be at the Puyallup Fair today holding the hand of the man I love. That although I wasn’t able to plan out my life to a tee, the way things fell into place worked out well for me.
I think it’s harmless to wonder. Sometimes, like today, it’s even beneficial.