Her life astonished me. Exotic travel. Reunions. How did she learn to accumulate these adventures? How did she acquire people with whom to reunite?
The other night, I spent five hours on the couch in front of the television. From the news to a sitcom to a movie and then the weather. The following morning, I awoke to a deafening barrage of self-recrimination. Five hours wasted. I vowed to introduce activities into my schedule. I’ll volunteer to read to pre-schoolers. (This time I’m serious.) I’ll hike that trail behind the yoga studio. Drive to the botanical gardens. Invite someone to lunch. Or the art museum. Or Thailand.
Peeking from under a corner of the comforter, I caught sight of my reflection in the closet mirror across from the bed. Me … looking at me … looking at me ….
The mental racket stopped.
This is my life.
Rolled out exactly as The Great Intention Behind Everything intended it.
I sit in front of the computer. I sit in front of the television. In between, I nap. If The Great Intention places a trip to Thailand in my future, it will occur to me to buy a plane ticket.