There's a clarity when I’m sitting in my kitchen sharing a meal with friends. I know the why of this. I’m pretty awkward when I’m out of my own environment. So, at home, I’m more receptive to really hearing not only what guests are saying, but what I’m saying also. No kidding.
For the most part I don’t run into people whose lives are anything like mine. Recently I met someone who really has lived a life that is a lot like my life. AND we are the same age, we both live in modest houses, are single, and have about the same income.
In conversation my friend said very matter of factly (Yeah, well, spell check doesn’t like factly but I do) that since she doesn’t have anything she doesn’t worry about loosing everything. Okay, on the one hand, how Zen. On the other hand, ARE YOU KIDDING ME. Here we are in virtually the same circumstance and one of us is walking around thinking we have so much and the other is under the impression she has nothing. Another blatant example of that fine line I’ve talked about before. The smidgeon of difference between content and dis. It never fails to fascinate me.
And here’s the great thing. We’re both right. And who doesn’t like being right.
