As it actually unfolded, maybe my senior year at college. My two brothers were there, we all lived on the same floor, and there was a good crew of floormates who got along pretty well. It was a good year.
As it might have unfolded, or if I knew what I’ve come to learn about myself over the years, maybe the first year of our marriage. I would have tried to set a different tone somehow, been less self-interested, less clueless, more thoughtful, more persistent in certain ways– if any of that would have been possible.
Or maybe it would be any one-year period in which I was trying to figure out what to do with my life. As it is, it’s been a Forrest Gump-like situation without as much of the serendipity. I would have been holding out for some clarity and a sense of direction.
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