I never expected to end up where I am in life. To be clear, I never had a real clear vision of what the future would hold, but every few years my life has taken twists and turns that I never saw coming.
I thought I would live and die in Los Angeles. I never thought I would move back to the Midwest after college.
I thought I wanted an MBA and yet I learned I’d rather run things behind the scenes than right up front.
I did tons of musical theatre in high school and sang in vocal groups in high school and college. Today the thought of getting up in front of people and performing makes the bottom drop out of my stomach.
I never thought I’d find so much fulfillment in crafting and making beautiful things, learning new knitting and spinning techniques, or in selling things that I made with my own two hands.
I guess what I’m saying is that I’m starting to understand that life is a series of wholly unexpected events and I’m just trying to find the beauty in them.
Like after torrential rains, our creek babbles and I can hear frogs in it late at night. How did I get to live here?
Or after an unexpected day of snow in early May, a week later the yard is full of flowers and dandelions: