Life and how we make it

Saturday night as we left the theatre in Birmingham, we passed a trendy martini bar with overdressed doormen and a line of beautiful people waiting to get in. This set my mind to thinking about the paths my life has taken and how well it has all worked out for me. I mean, I'm very happy with my job, my home, my family, my overall situation. I used to fret a lot, wondering how I would manage to fake being an adult and do all those adult things, but the life I've carved out for myself is natural. I am me.

The thing is, it seems like it is a series of happy accidents. Choosing my college, ending up in grad school, meeting Mark, getting this job--none of them seemed real purposeful. I'm not a big planner. I'm not ambitious and driven. I don't set out to get specific things. Yet I've ended up a life that suits me so darn well. Is it luck? Or is it that I'm more adaptable than I realize, and I would have been happy in most any type of life I tumbled into?

There was one non-accident, though. A recruiter for Wachovia who interviewed me my senior year of college said I was everything they looked for--but she felt like corporate banking wasn't what I really wanted. She shocked the hell out of me--because I realized immediately that she was right, and I hadn't seen it myself. I wish I could remember her full name. She did me a huge favor.

Kyla's entry reminded me....

On Easter Mark's nana was complaining about an injury and sure enough, she had a deep gash on her arm. She says a man got mad in the dining hall when she brushed by his table. He pushed her wheelchair out of the way hard and ran her into something.

The thing I don't get is why the home never called us to tell us about it. I mean, this was a bona fide injury. I'm really concerned about it. I hope Mark's dad speaks with the director.

You hear about abuse and injuries, but I didn't think such things would be unreported in a home as expensive as the one she is in.