The unintended consequences of spending my 20’s as an avid reader of classic literature, besides hoping one day to become a novelist, poet, or artist, was discovering the idea of the man I wanted to become, one part heartfelt and hopeless romantic mixed with a splash of curious intellectualism and a good measure of becoming the most interesting person I would know at age 60, shaken with a passionate enthusiasm and served in a glass of honest clarity.
Fortunately my professional life has steered me away from the path of the novelist and artist and has led me to one that is more practical and well grounded. The sensible and responsible adult balanced with the passionate and spontaneous youth who still laughs too loud, smiles too much, and at times sees the world through the wide eyes of an 8 year old. I still enjoy a mint chocolate chip sundae with whip cream and chocolate sprinkles on top after a long day of spreadsheets, meetings, and email.
I’ve also learned that my ideas of the person I want to share the rest of my life with doesn’t matter. It all starts with great conversation where there is never enough time and the little there is passes at the speed of light. The conversations become moments along a string that outline a wonderful friendship. And when every little thing we could not foresee or control works out it secretly and without warning turns to love. I may never find it again, but I’ll settle for great conversation and memorable moments.
A little warning though, I still enjoy driving fast with the windows rolled down and the music loud on warm sunny days. Singing, dancing and laughing is an absolute must.