Someone asked me the other day if, given a choice, I would marry a pastor again. I thought about it for a second and responded that, yes, I would marry a a pastor again, but only MY pastor. I definitely would not marry any other pastor, in love or not.
It's funny the twists and turns your life takes. 22 year-old me would never have thought almost 40 me would be here, in CountryTime, married to a minister, Super-mom and living with a "terrier with issues." In fact, I got to thinking about where 22 year-old me thought she was going.
My brother had just died and left me a $25,000 life insurance. I used $15,000 to pay off my college loans and started to look around at my life. I knew I wanted to sing and act, but where? Columbus wasn't really the hip-happening place to be, even though I was working with a professional-of-sorts company. I wanted more and now had a $10,000 cushion.
Charlitan, aka Chrysalis now, has a life-long friend whom I adored living in Chicago. He graciously allowed me to come out and spend the weekend with him to check out the lay of the land. I had lived in Bolingbrook as an elementary student, but couldn't say I knew a thing about Chicago. When I visited I just knew... I.....Loved....It! Chicago is one of the greatest cities in the world. I knew that's where I wanted to be. I went home to Columbus and started plotting and planning.
As it just happened to turn out, I had done a show with a lawyer from Cinncinnati named Dick. Dick was a great guy, very personable and willing to help out a friend in need. Not what I thought a lawyer should be at all. Dick had a good friend named Jerry who had a small talk show in Chicago. When Dick heard I was thinking of going to Chicago but was too responsible to go without a job, he called his friend Jerry up and asked if he had any work for me. Jerry said sure, send her up, she can be a production assistant. I was set...I had a job...I had friends in Chicago...I had $10,000 to get started with, what more could I want?
This was February and I had a commitment on my apartment lease until September. I knew the job wouldn't wait forever, but I decided to move in three months. That would give me time to find someone to take over my part of the lease and give notice at my job. I was so excited. I was going to Chicago.
But a funny thing happened, I met this guy, this really southern, charming, good-looking guy who swept me off my feet. He was in Columbus for just a few months and during the coldest winter we had had in 50 years. He was miserable, but I kept him warm. And I feel head over heels in love with him. He was willing to do a lot of things for me, but go through Chicago winters was not one of them. So my plans changed and I let go of my dream to move to Chicago.
Which was probably a good thing, since the Jerry with the show was Jerry Springer and his talk show turned into something that would have caused my very soul to melt into a caustic goo and I would not have been able to look at myself in a mirror ever again.
So, instead, I am a teacher, a mom, a pastor's wife and a person who helps teach theater. Sometimes I sing with the church band, sometimes not. But that's okay. Almost 40 me is not as unhappy as this blog makes me appear. In fact, I think I am pretty lucky. It's not a bad life after all.