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Never Say Never

 I've learned over the years that saying "never" to something typically bites me in the butt - sometimes immediately, sometimes years down the road.  This has been a consistent truth as far back as I can remember.  

The first time I can recall being adamant about "never" doing something was in middle school.  I told my PE teacher then that I would never run cross country.  I was a soccer player.  Running without a ball was boring.  Eight years of cross country and twenty-five years of being a runner later, that clearly didn't work out.  Running has been such a foundational part of my life.  It has introduced me to so many people, taken me to amazing places, and given me an outlet that I can't imagine doing life without.   

In high school I distinctly recall telling my English teacher that I would never be a teacher.  When I was done with school, I was going to be done with school.  And then I became a public school teacher for eight years.      

As a senior in high school I confided to my mom that I was never going to gain the freshman 15 in college.  I didn't.  I gained 20lbs.  (Thankfully, I lost those sometime after college.)

I told my friends and family I would never date a cross country runner - twelve years of marriage to a cross country runner, and I can say in the best way possible I was wrong about that one too.  

I'd never have more than two kids.

I'd never homeschool our kids.

I've had to eat my words over and over and over.  It seems like anytime I say the word "never" the opposite comes true.  So......

I will never be a millionaire.....


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