It's raining today, but we need it so badly that I'm cheerful enough. We took one of our cars in this morning for service and the other goes in tomorrow. There is satisfaction in doing these maintenance jobs and checking them off. I talked to my granddaughter briefly last night, as she was stuffing a chocolate bunny into her mouth. Her raptures over chocolate caused her to lose her focus, but she seems happy. For her, house with two stepbrothers and a stepdad is a nice full family again. When her daddy left there was diminishment, now life is busy and interesting. She has her Dad and her Mom and a whole bunch of interesting new interactions. And she is the complete social being, so it's got to feel good. Plans are apace over the wedding in June. We have our place with our younger two kids, we know the dates. We are stopping at Costco for beverages for the reception/dinner. Other plans are afoot, and our daughter is searching for her dress as we speak. I'm relieved I already bought a simple tank dress and sweater shrug. I'm set. I can wear whatever shoes, scarf and jewelry when I know the colors. I am not going to obsess about my outfit. Or hair. Or weight.
I'm reading a book by Po Bronson about interviews with people seeking out what meaningful work to do in their lives. You'd think I'd be too old to be interested, but I'm not, and it has caused me to reflect on my own choices and also meditate on what I might do next. Not a job, but volunteering in one of the areas I'm passionate about. And the people are interesting. Their lives are complex and messy and yet they are all wanting work that is valuable and safe and makes sense for their circumstances. Some switch careers many times, some not at all, others go back and pursue a dream from youth. Some even begin their careers at retirement age. It reminds me we are all different, and there are no formulas to a happy life. It's trial and error and unique for each individual.
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