A few months ago an ex-boyfriend contacted me on Facebook.*

Yeah. Ex-boyfriend.

I did things bass-ackwards when I was younger, just so you know. I spent 85% of college shackled in a long-term relationship, and my mid-twenties doing all the partying I was “supposed to” do in school.

“Supposed to” is relative, yes.

I was engaged to this guy, at one time. For all of two days. My 19-year-old self couldn’t handle the seriousness of it all, though. I turned the ring back in. Yet we continued to date, for years. I thought I was mature, but I was so. Naive.

We learn these things with age.

You know what? It wasn’t creepy, per se, his contacting me. It wasn’t a grand overture. It wasn’t a come-on. It was more like: Hey, I used to know you, and look how far I’ve come. I found out he was married, with a kid, which was everything he ever wanted out of life during the time I knew him. But still… you ever get that feeling like you got something slimy on you, and you want to shake it off? That’s how I felt when I found that out.

That could have been me. I came really really close to this guy being that noose around my neck.

But I didn’t. I moved on. I found myself, I found my confidence. I found the worst parts of myself, and I found the best parts. And somehow, in the middle of all that, I found the beau.

There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t sit back and think: Wow.

Just wow.

Sorry for the introspection, guys. It happens sometimes.

Did you ever pull a U-turn in life?

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* FYI. It’s probably best to read this post while listening to Iron & Wine.** And no, I’m not drunk. OK. So maybe I like whiskey. And vodka. That doesn’t make me drunk right now, though. OMG. I’m an irresponsible blogger. Also: I like peanut butter.

** Specifically: “Upward Over the Mountain.” Or Outkast’s “Slump.” Either one works, really.