Last Chapter First March 26, 2008

I’m the kind of person who will peek at the last chapter when first starting a book to see where the storyline is headed (or actually where it ends).  I need to know how it all works out.  I feel that way about my life.  The suspense is killing me.  I realize that this goes against the “it’s not the destination, but the journey that matters” philosophy, but I can’t help it.  There are so many things happening and changing for myself and for so many of my friends that I can’t help but be anxious to see where it all leads.

I never have been the patient sort (yes, Dad, I know that is an understatement).  And it’s getting harder and harder to trust that all is as it should be at any given time.  I believe in “everything for a reason” when it comes to other people, but I rarely apply that rule to myself.

I guess since most of us are approaching middle-age (ha!) it should not be surprising that we are (many of us) making monumental changes in our lives.  We’ve been there, done that, and now it’s time to get back to what we’ve always known we should be doing in the first place.  It is both a scary and at times thrilling predicament.  I do believe (for those around me anyway) that our lives are what we make of them.  It’s not that I wonder what kind of luck so-and-so will have, or what fate holds, but more, “Will Michelle find the courage to keep moving toward her dream, or will she take the safer route to security?”

“Will Leslie (not her real name) call on her inner strength and finally resolve childhood issues that have held her back?”

and “Will Bob (not her real name) put down her dukes and let love in?”

I know what I believe is possible for all of us.  I am just anxious to see if we are actually brave enough and/or dumb enough to follow our dreams to our best lives.