I joined Facebook in 2003 when it was still exclusive to college students. And while I deleted my original profile, my current one has been operational since 2005 or 2006.
So the other day I was feeling nostalgic and started scrolling through all of my old pictures.
This is what I saw:
I used to be the girl who went out downtown with girlfriends and had adventures after two in the morning; now I only head downtown to drop off coffee for my husband and the only adventures I have at two in the morning are of the screaming baby/nursing variety.
I used to be the girl who had all the latest cute clothes and accessories; now my wardrobe consists mainly of stained t-shirts and jeans that are two or three sizes bigger and my coolest accessory is my new diaper bag.
I used to be the girl who lived alone and got to pick and choose when I had people over; now I am lucky if I get to use the bathroom by myself.
I used to be the girl who went on incredible adventures and traveled the globe; now the farthest I travel is to my childhood home where, if I’m very lucky, I get to lay on my old four-poster bed and nap.
I used to be the girl who went fishing or took float trips with her boyfriend; now I wake up at 4:30 a.m. to send my husband off to go fishing without me.
There are a lot of things that I “used” to be. And I’d be lying if I said I never missed it or that I was always 100 percent happy with what or who I am now.
But here are some other things that I figured out while looking at my Facebook:
I used to be the girl who would consistently make poor decisions after a night out downtown; now after a long night, I’m still a little bleary eyed but it’s because I was awake rocking and holding my son or daughter.
I used to be the girl who thought it was so important what I wore and how I looked; now I know that no matter how dressed up the outside is, it is character that makes someone truly beautiful.
I used to be the girl that was lonely; now I have no less than five people that I will know and love my entire life. It is a lot scarier than living alone, but the rewards are infinitely greater.
I used to be the girl who was drifting; now I have created a home for myself and my family.
I used to be the girl who had nothing more important to do than go fishing with her boyfriend; now I have four children who need me to watch them and care for them more than I want or need to go fishing with my husband.
So do I miss who I “used” to be? In a sense. But I am far happier, far more grateful for who I am today.
And God willing, in another ten years, I’ll be able to look back on the me of today and be even more grateful for how much I’ve changed from who I “used” to be.