I was deadheading my roses yesterday afternoon and a friend strolled by, sweating from the heat, having just returned from the post office. She lost her job in Katrina after having developed a special program for one of the universities here that didn’t fare so well after the storm. She said after doing about twenty different things, she finally decided to do what she wanted to do and it is working out swimmingly for her.
Of course, she knew what she wanted to do – that helps. She asked me what was up with me so I caught her up on everything – just the highlights – and she said, “Wow, that’s life. You’re really living.”