How I Messed Up My Life But Really Made It Better
Take the risk.
“What happened to me?” I thought as I cleaned up the kitchen for the fourth time that day.
I wish I could tell you it was a special day. Like Christmas or someone’s birthday. I wish I could tell you that was the reason the whole house was a mess. I wish my unloading-the-dishwasher existential crises happened only on special occasions.
But it was an ordinary day. Just another day with my two kids and my husband, who, at this point, I almost blame for not having an affair. He deserves better than a crazy, exhausted, funny-looking mother of two babies.
Luckily, he’s one of the good ones.
I’ve walked into many dead-end streets in my life, thinking I was brave, smart, different. Sometimes I was. Sometimes I was just stupid. The decision to have two kids back to back? Not sure where that falls yet.
One thing is certain: people’s risky decisions make for good stories. Enlightening stories.
So let me tell you a few.
Applying to only one college.
“Where are you applying?” my literature teacher asked me a few days before graduation.
“Sofia University.”