Remaking you Life

When you remake your life it reaches a point when you wonder when the remaking stops.

It's been a year of remaking for me. Suddenly I was single. Then I left the career that had defined who I was (which I would highly recommend that no one ever do). I lived alone for the first time in my life. Decades of public life vanished and overnight I became very private. All of this happened at once which is the way that lives are remade in the first place.

Things may build up over time ... resentment, loss of passion, confidence erodes, and you find that you just don't care anymore. Or whoever you are with reaches these points and makes the decision for you. Or whoever you worked for decides and forces the issues. Then it's like the guy who pulls the table cloth off of the table without disrupting what is one the table ... some things are the same yet everything is different.

You life is remade in an instant.

Then what do you do?

For months I didn't do anything. I laid around.

Then these friends showed up and they all refused to take no for an answer. And love crept back in through the cracks of the doors that I'd slammed shut.

Then I was sitting here one day and decided it was time for the future to arrive. The house that I lived in was no longer the place that it had been built for. That family was no more and I had been keeping like a shrine to what used to be.

"To hell with that," I told myself.

So I called Jimmie who assembled the Union Mission alumni association and they have descended upon the house that I live in. It has been remade. An old beach house with an antiquated kitchen is now modern. Shelves fill voids. Crown molding covers old scars. Orange cover the blues that used to fill the bathroom. A back splash gives me protection where I used to leave myself exposed. Hilarious Hideous pillows adorn the sofas which make me laugh adn fill me with joy.

A once happy home is now happy again.

Happier!

The Union Mission alumni association take twice as long to accomplish anything because they keep wanting to talk and tell Dedra, who has come back from the dead again, old stories about things that I did or things that they did. We all laugh and tell one another how much we love each other.

Then ... like last night ... I'll stumble into the new kitchen ... which is far better than the old kitchen ... then do my best Conner impersonation to stroll out to the beloved back deck ... take a seat propping my feet on the rail ... and blow a kiss to Taurus the Bull which happens to rest over me.

Then I walk back into my new old house.

Remade.

Like me.

Ready for next.