It never ends
In my last weeks of getting the LaLa ready I keep muttering under my breath – it never ends – because I have been inundated with minutiae – and I feel like I am swimming through jello – and so the other day when it was all crashing down around me and I was muttering, it never ends, I realized yes, it does. You die, it ends. There it is.
So today when David was installing the last of the splash on the counter tops and there were a couple of unresolved issues – he said “it never ends” – and I said, oh yes it does, but I’m not ready for the end yet.
Later, I thought you know if I just got up in the morning and realized that the day would be hijacked, that people would be obstinate and obscure, and my “to do” list would go unfulfilled, that my day would be good because I am approaching each of these days with too high expectations and I am approaching people with too high expectations and I need to settle into what is the reality and that is everything disappoints and delights and you can never put your finger on which is about to happen.
Therein lies the mystery of life. Who knew?