There were 2 questions I always asked him. Him being the next potential “one.” Come on ladies, you know him. He is the one sent there to remind you of how green the grass is on the other side.

Number one. Are you content? (I was hoping for a NO here. Under the impression that someone content is boring or not driven enough).

Number two. Do you contemplate life? (Here I aimed for a YES since one who contemplates life and thinks way too hard must certainly be more fun than one who is simply happy with the way things are).

Well, regardless, when i was young and single I searched high and low for him. And if I didn’t ask him outright I watched for signs of it in everything he said, everything he did.

Well, eventually I found him. Or, so I thought? But then marriage happened. And four kids. And job promotions. And striving. And more striving. And still more striving.

You put on a blindfold, spin three times in the grass, remove the blindfold, and all of a sudden your kids are grown up and they are cooler than you.

And then you begin to question, why was it so important to strive? What were we striving for? Where are we trying to go? More importantly, WHY are we trying to get there?

I realized that I AM there. This is it. Either you sit back and watch the beauty unfold before you. Or, you continue to look down that road you did not take a couple of times, or that road that looks really appealing from here.

And then you stop…Pull out a really pretty adirondack chair…..And sit down for Christ’s sake. Look around you. Everything is as it should be.