As I sit here this morning reminding myself that I truly must get it together, go to work and survive another day I also know that there is an end to all of this. When that day arrives I will eject into the wild blue, rely upon the parachute of preparation to gently float me down into my next adventure.
We watched a movie this weekend regarding older persons leaving the life they have known for one in a new world that is totally foreign to them. Some make it work, one doesn't and leaves her husband, one dies having achieved what he set out to do. In the end they each came to understand themselves and realize that happiness depended upon them to make it happen. Life was all around them, alien as it was but was there for them to learn, experience and live.
I try not to place people into imagined situations in my attempts to predict the outcomes. Conversations that I had this weekend lead me to believe that one of us will have some growing up to do once the ejection button has been pressed. It is either that or I guess I'll be the one starting over on my own. Either way, I don't see a life here for me as I presently see it unfolding. The news holds more and more interesting things each day. None of which foretells of promise. The best news I do have, is that after the rains there is always a rainbow. You just have to be in the right place to see it happen.
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