fast lane adventures

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I wonder if people from my past would recognize me if we ran into each other in a bookstore.  Not a former roommate or an ex-boyfriend, the people who know my core, but someone that I sat by in class or knew from volleyball – an acquaintance, perhaps.

It’s not that my hair is different or I grew a size, but something indistinguishable to the eye has definitely changed.  I suppose this ‘person from the past’ would have to stop for a minute or seven to recognize the difference. 
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I used to bill my time in 15-minute increments and fill my daily schedule with speed lunches and speed dates and back-to-back appointments.  Need something?  I have 30 minutes for so and so, 1 hour for X and Z, and then 15 minutes for this or that. 

Everything changed when I fell in love. Everything changed, everything changed.  I could say it 10,000 times to emphasize the vastness of the change.  I could shout it from rooftops and balconies and windows and mountains.  Thing is, it’s truly remarkable how little time it takes for your world to feel brand new.  So often we think that change is the result of hundreds of little actions, but that was not the case here: my change was instant.
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Before Jon, my life was lived in a fast lane filled with adventures and jobs and boys and friends and merry-making.   They were good times, yes, but they all blended into one another in a happy-haze.  After meeting him, my world simmered down to such a slow saunter that I feared it would altogether stop.

Being with Jon feels so incredibly special that I want nothing more than to build a lifetime of memories with him.  All of a sudden, I have nowhere to be and nothing to do and everything feels just right.   
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20 thoughts on “fast lane adventures

  1. Awwww 🙂 I think for me, everything changed when I moved to Oklahoma and out into the big world on my own. And when I met Jordan too, of course, but I was definitely growing and changing as I made friends in a state where I had none and found a church on my own…. Sometimes I think about what my life would be like if I had met someone in college and married soon after, and not that that’s a bad thing, but I value the time I had on my own to see what I was made of, if that makes any sense.

  2. Love it, girly. And I love the wedding shots! Beautiful! I’ve got a few friends who are still “stuck” in the “fast lane”…there’s something important about slowing down and finding confidence in yourself and the direction you want your life to take. And I’m happy to share those “slow down” moments with my hubby too. 🙂

  3. Aw, so sweet! I haven’t wondered if people would recognize me; more so, I wonder if I would recognize others. I remember faces way more than I remember names, and while my husband and I were watching The Voice the other day, I thought, “I wonder what I would do if I found that someone I knew from way back when turned up to audition,” or something like that!

  4. Oh, this is so lovely and beautifully written. I know exactly what you’re talking about! You just don’t realize how quickly everything can change, until it does. Love this.

  5. I feel the same way about my life since getting married. There is something so special about that bond. I can’t imagine my life without my handsome hubby. Love this post!

  6. awww so cute! you know its the best when you find your person. it really is. its like everything makes sense and all is right in the world. even if its just sitting in pjs and reading the paper.

  7. You know it’s right when love changes you, but you can look back on it and say it’s truly better now that you’re together.

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