A Life (without) Intention

I am "that" person, and by "that" I mean the type of person that starts most days wondering "what the heck day IS it?"  Rarely, if ever, do I consult my iCalendar the night before. . .well maybe, but only if it is to plan a yoga class or a GNO. Perhaps maybe in an attempt to plan for my children, whose schedules mostly dictate my own.  Occasionally for my husband, who keeps even less of a schedule than I do, yet somehow keeps us all  together. I am a flounderer,  a floater, a drifter of sorts. 
(It is a character flaw I am certain.) That person whose life, though almost entirely "unplanned" appears somewhat idealistic to outsiders. It is amazing.

As a teenager I moved to Charlotte in the dead of winter of my senior year. It was one heck of an act of rebellion;  a result of "senioritis" and overall extreme small town boredom. Unable to correct this impulsive act, I stayed in Charlotte a year longer than planned. Mostly in search of some new friends and a good time (not being in college is not very fun), I thought I might take this college thing a little more seriously. And then it happened,  I got "lost." Not "lost" like spiritually, "lost" like what the heck is happening at the intersection of Providence & Queens & Selwyn Avenue . So I went straight one beautifully sunny March afternoon, and instead of taking a left onto Providence Road, I drove straight by Queens College. I pulled into the parking lot and went in. Two days later I registered for classes and four years later I graduated with a BS in Business Administration.  A business degree? Perplexing for sure to my friends and family, but not to me.  After consulting at least one or two other people, I determined that business had the absolute least amount of homework and almost no writing. It took me about six minutes to declare my major.

The problem with college was that I never actually thought about what I was going to do afterwards with this whole business degree thingy.  So I worked as a babysitter until my social networking skills led me to a job as a recruiter. I was mostly terrible at it, a diamond peg trying to fit into a square hole. (I could never be the square peg of course.) No matter which way you looked at it, it was the worst of all possible career outcomes. I lasted for four very long years.

The end of that career led to several others. I have taught swimming lessons to little ones, worked for penny's at an art gallery and styled fashion shoots for kids magazines. I have cleaned and audited closets and dressed women of  great means.  I am a shop girl at a gift shop. I have blogged and blogged and blogged.  I have never made any money to speak of. 

I have two children who are "blessing" from God. The thought that I would have them, never crossed my mind. . .until it did.  I have an amazing husband who started out as the worst boyfriend ever. I am still not sure how this happened. The last time I bought a car and a house, I bought the first one's I looked at. This time I looked at three houses and three cars. I think I chose wisely. You know, options and all. 

Today I am thankful, for the clearly blessed life I have been given. 

Lord knows I didn't plan for it. . . But I sure do love it.

This picture about sums up my life. You know the hound and the hare and all . . .