Tuesday, November 10, 2009


I talked to an old friend today. Someone I haven't spoken to in years. Someone I used to know and have never forgotten, another friend I left behind when I burned my Texas bridges and moved to Maine. This is one thing Facebook gets right. Reconnecting people who have somehow lost that slender thread of connection.

M was my roommate in college. (She turned me on to Neil Young and you never forget the person who turns you on to Neil Young.) We reconnected on Facebook and talked on the phone this afternoon. It was good to hear her voice and here about the amazing life she's made for herself – a happy life on her own terms. It's what I always imagined for her. And how refreshing to talk to someone who is happy, who loves their life!

After I hung up I started thinking about my own life and how I answer questions about who I am now and what I'm doing, the life I have chosen. I think these answers sometimes come out sounding apologetic and you know, that's not how I feel about my life.

Driving to the school to pick up Max, the conversation with M still ringing in my ears, I realized I really love the life I've made. I love being a mother and a wife. I love the way my days are shaped around meals prepared, dishes washed, laundry folded and the writing I do in between those things.

I wouldn't change a thing.

1 comment:

  1. And now WE get the refreshment of reading of someone who is happy and loves their life...beautiful...