Much To My Delight

Much To My Delight

Ten Years Ago


Ten years ago I waited tables at a sports bar in Denver.  It was the kind of place that hired a lot of 20-something girls, none of whom were discouraged from tying the bottom of their t-shirt in a knot to reveal a sliver of belly. This was never something I felt comfortable doing, which is probably why I made terrible tips. What a waste. I was 25, and my abs were sublime.

I’d moved from NYC to Colorado not exactly on a whim, but without a properly developed plan, which contributed to a succession of odd jobs that helped me barely eek out the rent on my ’70s-style apartment. In a period shorter than two years, I waited tables at both the sports bar and a country club, nannied, tutored, and had some freelance writing assignments. I also went back to school for a degree in education. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing and I had no idea what I wanted. It was the most confusing time of my life. It was also the loneliest.

Ten years ago today, a friend kissed me for the first time, and we started dating soon after. It didn’t make anything less confusing or help me figure out what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. That’s something I’m still trying to figure out, ten years later.

But it was the first time I ever made a decision I knew would really stick. In the past 10-15 years I have reconsidered careers and cities a quarter dozen times, and I’ve doubted myself again and again. He is the only thing my whimsical mind and skittish heart were never fickle about.

So tonight, my boyfriend-for-life and I will have a nice, quiet dinner at the restaurant where we met 13 years ago. We’ll clink  glasses and wish each other a happy anniversary, and I’ll make a toast to the easy choices.

 me & vin


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PS: If you’re interested, I scrounged up this piece I wrote for a Denver publication that sums up my frame of my mind. It was published as part of an essay contest called “My Quarter-Life Crisis”. Go figure. (You have to scroll down some…it’s called “How about a cold beer today?”

Jenn P.

30-something psychotherapist. Loves cooking, hosting parties, exploring new places. Texan by birth. New Yorker by choice. Likes to tell little stories. Pull up a chair; I'll tell you one.

  • Vanisha @ Vanisha’s Life In…Australia
    Dear Jenn, well congratulations :) It certainly sounds like you have a lot to celebrate. My husband and I are quite transient when it comes to ‘home’ Currently we work and live between Australia, Fiji and New Zealand. Sometimes I look at our lives and think goodness, people looking in must think that we have very unstable lives but the opposite is quite true. What remains solid regardless of where were living or what we’re doing is our dedication to our communities and each other, and that’s pretty awesome I think. Just that way your relationship is too :)