Starting over...an imperfect story of an imperfect woman

I was asked the other day if I had the ability to change things in my life, would I? I mean I love what I do and I love my customers and vendors. I really learn a lot from all of them on a daily basis. So when I was asked this, I immediately answered "No". "I think I've come a long way, I wouldn't change a thing". 
So naturally, throughout the day, I realized that of course there are things in life you would want to do differently but at the end of the day, I really have everything that I've ever wanted: My children being my #1 best accomplishment in life. 

Still thinking about it, there are only two distinctive times in my life that I think are pinnacle in how I've turned out......

Being a military brat, I think I have a good grasp on starting over, and over, and over... this concept isn't new to me and certainly isn't difficult. Change is simply a, "It is what it is" scenario.. and you roll with the punches. I mean hey, I went to 5 high schools in 4 years and somehow, graduated on-time. I was average and graduated in the middle of my class, and at the time, I thought it was great!  High School was not a fun time in my life as I am sure most can agree.  Looking back, I could have taken a different road and followed my fathers advice. He wanted me to join the military and follow in his foot steps. I would have entered the Naval Academy and continued the "Varsanyi" military legacy. Now, I am not sure what kind of Officer I would have been or if I would have made it through the grueling 4 years of Yes Sirs, and No Ma'mes. At the time, I took pride for my rebelliousness and ruby red manic panic hair. As I access my life now, it has so many grueling challenges and this would have been a cake walk for me. Maybe? Looking at the present  - you can't help looking at your own children and wanting to pass the proverbial torch. It's instinctual and so now I feel the need to prep them for the Naval Academy.

As I play back parts of my past, another blip shows itself on the radar. 

I bought my first house at 19. I had no idea what I was doing.... but somehow the banks thought I was a sucker for the dream. I too had a silly notion that buying a house meant you were finally part of something bigger. You pick up that megaphone and yell "Hello World, I am officially a Grown-Up". However, attending college and having a house payment wasn't exactly the best idea. In reality, you acquire a great deal of debt, headache and somehow in the deep depths of your physical and mental being, you acquire many scrapes, cuts and bruises from your mad handyman skills involving such things as hammer drills, rotary sanders, duck tape and super glue. At the close of a job well done, your epic DIY project, you celebrate the accomplishments not because it was epic but because you managed not to burn down the house on 2 hours of sleep because you were up all night cramming for finals after an 8 hour day at the office. So yes, I drank a few glasses of cheap wine and ate pizza for a job well done! 

As I ponder all of this, I can laugh about all of it. It has made me what I am today... I think my answer to the earlier question, "If you could change it, would I"? - I know my answer would still be "No".  It was an experience for sure- being young and not knowing what to expect. My take away from this experience is that perhaps when you're young, enjoy what you have ahead of you. There is plenty of time to buy that house, become a self-proclaimed handy person, have children or even go as far as taking on the world as an entrepreneur. It all comes in do time......

~Experiences are simply recycled nostalgia. You clean them up and make them prettier for the next generation.~

V~