Life always goes on. No matter how many meltdowns, no matter the epiphany life moves along regardless of what’s going on with you.
I’m wondering if a calling is code for people that don’t know what they’re doing with their lives while Ben is telling me about his new invisible friend, Chaffa. A few new friends have popped up lately. Like Cakey. Cakey likes cake, of course. Ben’s not sure if this friend, Chaffa, is a she or a he. I’m pondering my future and there’s trans gender Chaffa and I’m bugged by how Annie’s hair keeps falling over her face. That’s life.
It’s messy and imperfect and spontaneously hanging out with my new neighbors for a couple of hours. Its more shades of gray than black and white. It’s cracking open my car window to let the sun warm my face. It is Annie running a fever and us begging her to take some Tylenol. It is snuggles and reading one more chapter and playing I Spy while we’re out for breakfast. It is an uncertain future for one brother and wedding planning for the other. It is stupid jokes and awkward embraces. It is cups of coffee and long lazy Sundays. It is phone calls with old friends. It is being embarrassed and still blushing when you remember. It is fun and funny and cranking up the music in your car on a cloudless the sky couldn’t be bluer day. It is a business started on a wing and a prayer that might make it after all. It is families and fights and the kind of laughter you share with the people that love you the most, the people that understand you the best.
I don’t always get life. Why it does what it does. Why this direction and not that one. It moves. It goes whether we’re in it or not. Meltdowns, epiphanies, questions, resolutions and everything else this is my life. As long as I’m not filled with regret or torn apart by fear or worse, never cared, I’m doing alright. This is my life and I’m in.
In Fancy Nancy by Jane O’Connor
I took my kids to Storytime at Chapters over Spring break and the book they were reading was the original from the series of Fancy Nancy. I had never heard of this book and now Annie and I are quite taken with this little girl who says things like ooh la la and parfaits and fuchsia which is fancy for purple.