So 19 years ago I was out with my girlfriends…St. Patrick’s Day at Notre Dame… definitely not a regular day. On this particular day, many of us had just returned from Key West. We were filled with sunshine and ready for one last hurrah before we settled down for the end of the semester and got ready for finals. The Siegfried 3A girls bought their ticket for the ‘big’ keg party off campus and got ready for a fun day. We started at Bridget’s – a bar right off campus – for early morning drinks. Then we were off to Lafayette Square, an apartment complex that would have a keg in every apartment.
In apartment number 13 I imbibed with the best of them. I remember looking up at some point and seeing some really tall guy with lipstick marks all over his face. Not being one to ignore anything, I asked him where they came from. He told me that every girl he met left a mark and challenged me to do the same. I did and clearly I left the biggest mark because I hid from him in the dining hall for weeks to come and somehow ended up marrying him a few years later.
St. Patrick’s Day has always been a lucky day for me. I got my first ‘real job’ offer on St. Patrick’s Day when I was a senior. And of course I met Justin that day. This year I am filled with hope and luck. I feel like things are just beginning and I can’t wait to explore what the world has in store. I am on the cusp of a new decade and I feel like anything is possible. And I intend to pass that feeling down to my kids so they too can have that anything is possible attitude. I want them to feel it all year round and not just on St. Patrick’s Day.
And now on this day after St. Patrick’s Day, before I begin wishing on flour leaf clovers and looking for my pot of gold, I will scrub my fingers and my scalp to remove the green and i will only drink beverages that are clear so soon I will be more like a human filled with dreams than a little mischievous leprechaun who turns everything in her world green.