Miss Codependent

Yes, that's a photo of  a gas pump and this story has nothing to do with the crazy high gas prices.  Read on and you'll understand :)

Do you ever have those Aha! moments (thanks, Oprah, haven't watched your show in a while but I guess I'll miss you?)?  You know those moments when you realize your life has changed?

I had one a while back and it happened while I was putting gas in the car.  Since we've been married I don't put gas in my car.  I've become that person who is spoiled because my husband always does it for me.  Mark took Will to use the restroom at the gas station (gross, I know!) and I said I'd fill up the car while they were gone.  I put the credit card in and got everything ready to go, but the pump wouldn't start.  The screen kept saying "zip" and I couldn't figure out what it meant.  I have a college degree so you think I could figure this one out.  Well, it took me a couple of minutes.  "Zip" meant I needed to put in the zip code.  Duh!  Mark came back and I was still putting gas in the car and he asked me what was taking so long.  I was pretty embarrassed, but I fessed up and told him that the whole zip thing threw me for a loop.  I asked him if that was normal when getting gas now.  He laughed and said yes.  He said that's been normal for a few years. 

Wow!  I felt pretty silly!

This was an Aha! moment because it reminded how my life is so different than it was 10 years ago.  In college, Angela and I planned a spring break road trip to Florida.  We were all about taking trips and being independent.  Ten years ago, I was the person who drove across country with my best friend, Cory.   She made the very long drive with me when I moved to Seattle.  By the way, I didn't know anyone in Seattle when I made that move. 

Now I'm the person who doesn't know how to put gas in her car. 

You know what, I couldn't be happier.  I loved my life as an independent, single girl, but I wouldn't trade where I'm at for anything in the world.  I'm married to a great guy and we have two incredible little boys.  I'll gladly trade Miss Independent for Miss Codependent any day.