Existentialist Blather

So, I just finished reading a friend's blog about the bigger questions of life, the universe, and everything, and now I am in an existentialist sort of a mood. But I can't really go there, since as a person with little faith, I rarely waste my time wondering about why things happen in life. They just do - and it's our job to get through them as gracefully as possible, with as much joy as possible, because really, the alternatives aren't pretty.

That being said, I just spent a joyously long weekend with my family, relaxing, having fun, and watching the Olympics. I am still a little peeved that we've missed out on the Mid-Atlantic's "Snowmageddon", the snowstorm of the century - figures it would happen after we move to New England, which frankly has had a less than stellar snow season this year. (Although it is snowing as I write this - but we're only supposed to get 3 - 4 inches.) I have this week off from work (in New England, most of the schools get a mid-winter break), but I will probably be doing some stuff here at home. I am enjoying my part-time job at JCDS-RI in Development, but it is hard because it is a grant-funded position that may not exist next year, unless the benefactor who funded it decides to fund it again. So, although I am very busy and enjoy the people I work with, I have to keep my options open and look for other opportunities, as well. Meanwhile, my Arbonne business has picked up again, which is always exciting and fulfilling. So I have much to be grateful for!

Watching the Olympics every night is killing me - I might have to just start taping the stuff I want to see, so I can skip through the rest. There's no way I can stay up until 11:00 or 12:00 each night and still function each day. I'm having my usual ice rink nostalgia, missing skating (although not the competition part!) as I always do when I watch the winter Olympics. Last week I had the revelation (after watching Pink's Grammy performance and Friday night's Olympic Opening Ceremonies) that I really should have been an aerialist - you know, those people who perform graceful routines while swinging through the air on a cable or a piece of silk or something. I think I would have been stellar at this. Which made me think about how much the world has changed - now, if my child expresses an interest in some weird sport (like Parkour, Lewis thinks that's cool), I can go online and Google it and find somewhere that teaches it. When I was a child, I told my parents that I wanted to be a trapeze artist; they apologized that I wasn't born into the Flying Wallendas or some other circus family, and that was the end of that.

So instead, I fundraise, I help people find beauty and success with Arbonne, and I continue trying to find my calling in life - aside from being an aerialist, of course. May you find joy, wherever life takes you today.