This week marks two full years of living in Utah, which honestly blows my mind a little. On one hand, it seems like yesterday I was driving 20+ hours across the country behind the 35 mph Penske truck downing caffeine and chocolate and listening to audiobooks like it was my job. On the other hand, it seems like we’ve been here much longer, because one thing’s for sure – our hearts belong in the mountains and we love it here!
Anyway, it got me thinking about timing, growing up and growing older, making decisions, and changing our minds.
Fun fact: 11 years ago, when the hubs and I were about six years into our dating relationship and I was one year into my big-kid job, he was working on his MBA. As he was wrapping up and started pursuing job opportunities, he accepted an interview with a cheese factory (I know, dreamy). The only problem? It was in Utah.
He flew out for the interview. Told me how beautiful the town was and how much I’d love the mountains. I told him there wasn’t a chance in hell I was moving to Utah...not ever. One, it was too far away. Two, I had a good job. Three, I didn’t have a ring yet. He turned it down and I honestly didn’t think about it again until recently when we were driving through the town where he interviewed.
It makes me laugh now, that 9 years later we ended up in Utah anyway. It’s just one of the many many times God has tried to teach me the lesson of never saying never. I’m finally starting to get it.
Hayley 15 years ago: I’ll never become a Catholic. (Read how that worked out for me here.)
Hayley 10 years ago: I could never move to Utah. (Umm, hiii, from Utah!)
Hayley in college and for eight years of marriage: I never want to have kids. (In case you missed it, we’re due on the fourth of July!)
My point is this. It’s okay to change your mind. It’s kind of the best part about getting older. You get to look back at your stubborn, naive, younger self and say, “Ha! You’re cute, but things have changed.”
You learn and grow and find new paths and try new things and discover new passions, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.
I’ve been trying to commit to never saying never again, because that only seems to turn out one way for me. But just in case, I figure I’ll go ahead and try using it to my advantage in the meantime.
- I’m never going to finish writing my novel.
- I’m never going to get my children’s books published.
- I’m never going to be debt free.
- I’m never going to be a real photographer.
- I’m never going to be a millionaire. (Worth a shot, right?)
Here’s hoping my past experience with never saying never dictates my future!