I realized this morning that my husband and I started dating 11 years ago today.
It’s pretty amazing when I think of who I was 11 years ago.
I was a little bit of a party girl, but at 22, I think most of us were. Nights were endless happy hours, and days were spent working wherever I could find a job after college graduation. In the post 9/11 economy, trying to creep my way into PR for non-profits (not where the money was at, but where my heart was), I ended up going into sales.
It started with telemarketing and ended with selling cars (with a crazy door-to-door coupon sales business in between).
And then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was ready to grow up.
I had this on-again, off-again relationship with a man I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. One thing I realized from the door-to-door chaos was I loved teaching people about the business. Teaching was where my heart was now.
On the way home from selling cars one day, I heard a commercial for a Saturday program for people with Bachelor’s Degrees to get their teaching certification. I started the next day.
Broke, in love, and ready to make a difference, I decided to be a grown up.
It’s been 11 years since the night we decided to give each other a chance and leave the friend zone. It’s been nine years since my future husband helped me through my career change. It’s been five years since we said “I do” on the sandy beaches of Negril, Jamaica with our family, friends, and especially, “the boy” standing with us. It’s been two years since our lives were blessed with Liv, and a little less than a year since we moved into our own home.
We’ve come a long way. We’re no longer broke, twenty-somethings. We’re slightly less broke thirty-somethings (ha, ha) blessed with more wealth that we can imagine.
I am so glad we decided 11 years ago to take a chance. It’s the best decision I ever made, and I hope he’d say the same.