Eating Crow…With A Side Of Bacon

Have I no shame, or am I just okay with not being right all the time? I have turned into one of those people who I used to laugh (which I know now is judging) at.

In my 20s I thought I knew it all, had the answers for everything, as many of us did, or still do.

In my thirties my confidence waned and nothing turned out that way that I had imagined. In fact turning 30 for me and others of my gender was a little traumatic even. Probably not unlike the male mid-life-crisis, but for chicks, you silly rabbit.

This is the time I started to understand that there was more to learn, and that not knowing it all or having all the answers didn’t mean I was stupid, it meant I was brave enough to be curious. Those people I used to mock searching for the meaning of life were now the ones I was watching for answers. Apparently they were curious too!

I look at my life and never in a million years could I have guessed that I…
• would be employed by a post-secondary institution – without a degree
• am ambitious with an entrepreneurial spirit
• would be unmarried and be okay with it
• own my own home
• sing and perform in a band in front of hundreds of people
• enjoy running enough to complete 4 half marathons
• could ever keep my mind still enough to meditate
• would ever enter the self-help section of a bookstore
• become a health nut
• could possibly enjoy brussel sprouts.

How or why did these cool unexpected things happen to me? I have always been adventurous and spontaneous and in my own words a “shallow thinker”. I never delved too deeply into the hows or whys of things. I pretty much traveled through life on instinct with a dash of common sense, which has proved to be a pretty great combo now that I look back on life.

I love that I was wrong about my life predictions. Despite all the dramas and ups and downs, they are all part of whom I am now and where I am today, which I think is pretty darn cool.

I continue to search and be curious. I continue to offer silent apologies and gratitude to those before me that I used to scoff at. I continue to be grateful for my past mistakes (which I know call learning opportunities) because I needed them to be where I am today.

Can you appreciate your past, the good the bad and the ugly? What would your life look like if you could be okay with how it has played out? What would it look like if you could move forward?

I stand corrected. I stand curious. I still stand. I will eat crow, but please make it tasty.