the past drip, drip, drips into our future

The past has a way of intruding.

Whether it is bad decisions that come back to haunt, poor preparation (read the story of the grasshopper and the ant), youthful indiscretions, regrets that roost out of reach and forever crow the story to all who listen, or simply an accident, the results of which never,  N  E  V  E  R   go away completely.

Kathy and I both lay claim to our pasts. It's one of the many things I like about her. Good or bad, she owns it without pretence. I freely admit to having some regrets, but they are most likely not the moments in my past you are thinking of.

I like who I am.
I like who Kathy is, a lot.

Do I think Kathy would choose the right decisions in my life, that I would change if I could?
Probably a couple, the ones I have shared.
Could I choose hers?

How much different would we be if we always made the right decisions?
Would we even recognize ourselves?

What put this thought in my mind, is seeing how Kathy is rebounding so well.
Truly inspiring.
I already adored her, then she went and earned my admiration as well.
I admire her strength and resolve and... she's a girl!   A GIRL!?!
(I'm just being honest here).

A moment in time on a motorcycle, becomes the catalyst that perculates into the rest of our lives. Changing the course as sure as a train switch changes the direction of the tracks.

I know people who would let this be;
THE defining moment that excuses so much living left to do.

That's where I gained my admiration for Kathy.
She didn't, and doesn't, see her shattered legs as the new direction of her life.
I wouldn't be surprised to find out that the motorcycle crash is not Kathy's biggest regret in life.
(although I can't tell you of any bad decisions with a bigger impact)
Mostly because, in the long run, it isn't going to change her life all that much.

Kathy's injuries will fade, but not go completely away.
I hope eventually, they are barely more than a nuisance, like the sink that leaks in the other room even after the washers are changed. An occasional drip that becomes easier to ignore as more important things in life grab her attention.

You'll have to find out where we're having fun at, cuz no one is staying home feeling sorry for themselves around here! (easy for me to say, huh?)

Seriously, there is too much to do to be worried about a drip.