As you may or may not be aware, a little show called How I Met Your Mother recently aired its series finale after running for nine seasons.
Truth be told, I was ready for it to end a few seasons ago (Paul gave up on it awhile ago but did watch the finale with me), the storyline seemed to be wandering (although given the ending everything must have at least been broadly sketched out beforehand?) and IÂ hated Barney and Robin together.
Anyway, (and consider this your spoiler alert, but if you haven’t watched it by now you have probably been “spoiled” already or you just don’t care, in which case you probably haven’t read this far and are about to miss out on my deceivingly-entirely-not-related-to-HIMYM post about to follow), I know a lot of people didn’t like the ending, but in light of the Dexter finale (nothing could be more disappointing than Dexter becoming a lumber jack) and my long standing disappointment with the last few seasons of HIMYM, I actually felt okay about it.  Barney and Robin’s divorce made sense.  And it also made sense that the only thing that would truly settle down Barney would be a kid.  And despite the last season being all about Barney and Robin’s wedding, and finally introducing us to Ted’s wife, it was, in retrospect, completely building towards Ted and Robin ending up together, the story was, as Ted’s daughter points out, all about Robin.
I think that is what was interesting about HIMYM to begin with. Â The concept of how every “story” in our life eventually ties together at the end to lead us to where we were always meant to be. Â And that we can’t get there at all without having lived all those other stories first.
A few months before I got pregnant with Titus I was actually trying to write the story of how Paul and I met. Â I think I got about 6,000 words and two years into a story that spanned about four years and the finale of HIMYM made me want to finish it. Â Of course when I went digging through my drafts I found that at some point I must have gone back into the draft and improperly saved and wiped out the whole thing instead of saving it.
So.
This is me, officially attempting to begin again. Â You know how the story ends, but perhaps not the rest of it…
(I am actually really dreading hitting “publish” right now because there is a high probability that I won’t follow through, will start to write it but never finish, and this post will be out there mocking me. But I guess if I don’t at the very least post this, the likelihood of actually finishing drops even more…anyway…assuming I’m the only one who really cares, apologies to future me if you now can no longer remember the whole story (this is likely since I am already forgetting things that happened in high school, it is only a matter of time before college gets deleted as well))