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.
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.
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.