Such is Fandango’s Provocative Question this week.
You can forget about dinosaurs and the Big Bang Theory from me. IMO it all depends on your perspective.
So often we see reports of extremes ‘since records began’ only to discover that such things weren’t actually recorded until a few years previously.
My past is peppered with errors of judgement, wrong partners, financial crises, stupidity, and missed opportunities because I was not prepared to take a chance or I didn’t fully understand.
In amongst all that though is a lot of happy times, a late career, fostering, and vital lessons learned about myself, how people saw me, and how I rebuilt my life after my breakdown in the late 1980s.
When did time begin? As I answered in Rory’s post which instigated Fandango’s question today, time began for me on May 10th 1989 around 7.20pm.
It was the day I met Hubby, though neither of us had any idea things would turn out the way they have.
Whatever happened before didn’t matter. It couldn’t be changed, so why dwell on it?
What was important was that on that day we found the beginnings of something to build on that went beyond friendship and incorporated trust, honesty, loyalty, respect and devotion on both sides.
We have our ups and downs like everyone else but our time together has been full of learning curves, fun, joy and laughter. Even through times of great sorrow and when the chips were down, we were there for each other and have been all the time we’ve been together.