This post is inspired by the From Left to Write virtual book club, and this month's book, The Stuff That Never Happened by Maddie Dawson. I received a copy of the book as a participant in the book club. It's the story of young newlyweds moving cross-country from LA to NYC, where the young bride has an affair and the couple survives it by agreeing not to discuss it. . .until she runs into her old flame 26 years later.
A couple of years ago while attending my middle sister's wedding, one of our close family friends made the comment to me that he admired c2cDad's and my ability to take on risk with our cross-country moves. He was impressed with our ability to pick up, relocate and immerse ourselves into a successful happy life wherever we were, despite knowing no one beforehand. The comment stopped me in my tracks and I responded with something completely unintelligible I'm sure. The thought of c2cDad and I being risk-takers caught me completely off-guard. (Me? I wanted to look around to make sure he was talking to ME. You know I order the same dish every time I return to a restaurant for fear I won't like something else as well? Or that the riskiest thing I do most days is open a Diet Coke can next to my laptop?)
Right then and there I experienced what I can only imagine as one of Oprah's Aha moments. Never before then had I ever considered my life to be full of risk. Was each move an exciting new adventure and chapter in our life together? Most definitely. Was each move saddled with levels of anxiety and uncertainty? You bet.