You've really touched something in me with this post, but right now I'm realy not sure just what it is. I'll freely admit that I've pretty much just floated down the river of life and tried to make the best of what it offered up. I guess I'm still there.
It's easy to blame everything on your FOO, but I think a good part of why I'm this way has to do with my upbringing as a military brat. We moved every year. By the time I graduated from high school, I had lived in five countries and gone to thirteen different schools. I had absolutely no control over any of this, so I responded by learning to adapt. Moreover, I learned to be happy with whatever was the current status quo. It doesn’t matter if the toilet paper goes over the top or the bottom; I’m happy either way. To revisit an old subject, it doesn’t matter where we go to eat. Well over 99% of the time I really don’t care; I would be equally happy with Wendy’s or Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse, or Souper Salad. The point is, I really don’t care. I live in Texas, but I would be equally happy living in North Dakota, or Romania, or Thule, Greenland, or on Diego Garcia. I pretty much make the best of whatever sitch I’m in at the time.
This has always served me well. Or maybe I should say that I’ve always thought that it served me well. I’m pretty comfortable anywhere. I’m not the least bit concerned with keeping up with the Joneses. I’m never the odd man out saying, “but I don’t like Thai food” when the rest of the group wants Thai food. I’m not wishy-washy; I’m just honestly able to be happy with whatever life hands me.
But now you’ve got me thinking. Am I still the child adapting to whatever life, my parents, and the Air Force throw at me? Do I really need to change that? Do I need to do this self-discovery thing you and Dave are talking about? Would it help me? How? Would it help my M? My kids?
