We think that we’re locked into a life. But we’re not. We think we have to do things a particular way, go down a particular path, go through particular motions. But we don’t.
I see the absolute joy and surprise and on the face of my six-year old niece. What happens to us?
Some days, everything makes me sad. I can’t fix everything. But then other times, I’m hopeful, so hopeful.
I’m sitting on a patio in Mexico, watching the water. It makes me laugh when the pelicans dive headfirst into the water, zeroed in on a snack. And then they just bob there in the water. I meant to do that, they say. Just wanted to get my beak wet.
Once again, I don’t know how this ends.