So. This was enough to send me running back to my blog. Tonight while searching for geneology information on my paternal family, I got frustrated with just how little you can find on the web dealing with redneck families who rarely crawl from beneath their rocks. I think to myself, "Why not see what I can find on ME?" Yes, big ego speaking here. So I google myself with my maiden name: Becky Wishon. And here's what I found, first thing.
If you now could go back in time anywhere from 1-20 years and tell your younger self anything (200 words max), when would you go and what would you say?
Again, one of those difficult questions, because I would basically presuppose that if I tell myself this one thing, my life would end up as happy as it is today. I mean, I could tell myself, "Hey, Becky Wishon will cheat on you, so don't bother dating her or your heart will get broken and you'll be a horrible codependent for many years." But then, would I have had all of the great experiences that I had as a result of being completely crushed? Or would I have just made the same mistake with a different codependent and mildly psychotic girl?
Ouch. Yikes. And that ever pressing question: Gee, he only remembers me as mildly psychotic? Nice.
And hey, he's getting married, so if he ever stumbles on this blog, I'll just say this: Congratulations. And it all worked out for the absolute best.
Note to self: No more googling.