(An except from journal number four)

Wendy and I eat lunch together in my car most everyday and we usually listen to the radio. As we were talking today about a past relationship of hers, Sheryl Crow's "My Favorite Mistake" came on and she made the comment that said relationship was her favorite mistake. And that made me wonder...what's my favorite mistake?
I think I've come to the conclusion that a mistake means something that you've done wrong, not just something you didn't do on purpose. In that case, my favorite mistake would have to be allowing myself to fall in love as a freshman in high school. Looking back, it was not at all one of my brighter moves. I didn't know it at the time, but at such an age, I was only setting myself up for disappointment. I wasn't old enough or mature enough to really understand what it meant. The guy I loved ended up moving to New Jersey only a year after I met him. And I continued to love him--for entirely too long. Another mistake. But as much as I hate some of those decisions/actions, to this day, I can't look back on it with anything but joy. It was definitely one of the highlights of my life thus far and as hard as I might try sometimes, I can't regret any of it, even though I know that the consequences weren't necessarily in my favor. Yes, I was in love with an amazing boy, one that I still would not mind spending the rest of my life with...but I think that's the downside too.
- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 5:41 PM