I was in the shower yesterday and I was going over scenarios in my head, like what my life would have been like if Dad had not become unhappy with his job in Goldsboro. If he had never applied at the insurance company. If we had never moved when I was 12. I was trying to picture what the rest of junior high would have been like and then high school and where I may have gone to college. It was really weird. I think I would have been a cheerleader and high school president. And I would have been a big honking small town hick. Maybe once I got to college I would have started to turn into the person I became, but who knows?
So then I asked myself, What's the point of these thoughts? What a waste of time. Then I laughed at myself and thought, Think of it as a form of Fan Fiction. Creative writing, if you will. It was all very strange. I'm just really really glad Dad became dissatisfied with his job. And I'm really really glad he applied for the insurance job and I'm SUPER glad they hired him and sent him to another town. It's fascinating how everyone's moments change the course of history. I don't think about these things too often, but just enough to be grateful for how they played out.