I can’t describe what made this purse so incredibly wonderful, but it was. It was everything I had ever wanted in a purse but the price tag… oh the price tag was right up there with getting a root canal and I was not going to pay it.
So I didn’t. It was the one that got away.
Funny thing, even though I made a choice to let that purse go, every time Iwalk into the purse section of a store I think about the purse that got away.
Yesterday I took a few minutes to walk through the purse section at a store and thought again about the purse. Come on! How many times do I need to worry about a purse?!
For some reason all this purse distraction made me think about the concept of “the one that got away.”
Whether it’s the big fish that broke the line, the old flame who captivates our fantasy, or the chance you had to invest in Apple before it was, well, Apple, we all have stories about the one that got away.
The most debilitating “one who got away” is when you believe you missed out on the true love of your life.
At some point most people will wake up in their marriage and think, “I’m so tired of seeing how different I am from them in X, Y, and Z. I married the wrong person.”
So what do you do then?
I have some news to impart that may surprise you.
You DID marry the wrong person.
“But, how can this be?! You, you who post things about how much you love your husband, how can you say you married the wrong person?!”
And you would be right. I do love my husband. But he’s still the wrong person. And I’m the wrong person for him.
We are full of awful traits. Not just the silly stuff like getting on each other’s nerves.
We are wrong. Just wrong.
That doesn’t mean we pack up camp and try a new campsite. In fact, just the opposite.
The key is our love for each other and for God helps us choose on a daily basis to become Right.
If you had married the one who got away I guarantee you would not have the problems you see in your current relationship.
Nope. Not those problems.
But you’d have other ones, problems you can’t even suspect right now because you aren’t living in close proximity to that special someone who occupies your thoughts on occasion.
Because we’re all the wrong person.
What do you think about this idea? I’d love to hear! Does it bring up more questions for you?
This post was originally published September 11, 2011 and is being recycled as part of the “I’ve Been Around” summer! Hope you enjoyed it and I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments!