If I could see into the future with my crystal ball…

I spend too much time looking backwards. I shouldn’t have done X; life would be easier now if I had done Y. I ran across a great quote yesterday from Anita Roddick, founder of The Body Shop. She said “You can’t change the world from the rear-view mirror.” She’s right, but it is certainly easier (and safer) to wallow in the past.

I hate making public proclamations because I feel like a failure if I don’t live up to the terms I’ve laid out. Sharing what I hope my life will be like in 10 years scares me too. That being said, here goes…

In 10 years, I want to be living in DC proper with our pet(s) and two adorable children. I want our life to be full of love and adventure. I want our children to be fearless and kind. I want to work from home and be able to pursue the activities (museum going, kayaking, bicycling, running) I love at full tilt without having to worry about reporting to THE MAN. I want us to take trips and see the world.

I don’t know how much of this will happen. DC is an expensive place to live and while husband and I live comfortably now, we don’t work in jobs that will pay us dramatically more money year over year.

We’ll see how things shake down. The big things are love, adventure, fearlessness, and kindness.

Who said April is the cruelest month?

September is shaping up to be a month of suck.

A year ago today, our dog, Jake, bit an infant. On September 22, 2008, we put him down. The incident was the proverbial straw on the camel’s back. We had known he was a liability, but we loved him and lived in denial.

A year ago, another friend of ours was brutally pistol whipped during an attempted kidnapping and carjacking. She survived and the suspect was apprehended. He was tried and sentenced to jail. She spent many weeks with her jaw wired shut and made multiple visits to a plastic surgeon to minimize the scarring.

Today, an acquaintance of mine (and a work friend of my husband’s) died. She was 37 years old. Cancer is a Bitch. It doesn’t discriminate. She’s survived by her parents and husband and many, many friends who’s lives she touched.

Only 10 more days left this month. I hope those days pass without incident.

When is it wrong to ask the hard questions?

One of my friends, whom I’ve had in my life since college, and I had lunch today. I hadn’t seen her since May and we certainly had not had a substantive conversation since then. I asked her a question over lunch that had been bothering me since our last visit; her response was to almost take my head off. The conversation eventually got back on track and I spent the rest of our visit asking safe questions.

When is it wrong to ask the hard questions of our friends? The ones that sometimes float around in our heads, but when we ask, we know we’ve struck a nerve.

After sticking with my friends through a few of their relationships (and subsequent break-ups), I decided to start asking those hard questions.

Even if they don’t answer (which she didn’t), I’ve asked.