....how did I get here

Yogis,
Do you ever have those moments where you suddenly stop and wonder ‘how did I get here?’

Now I don’t mean how was I created. That’s a discussion for another Sunday. But how did I get to this life that I am living right now. I had one of those moments as I stood at the edge of the ocean watching another sunrise.

Life is a series of steps. And every time we put one foot in front of another we are making a choice. Some steps are conscious, some seem random and others seem like sleepwalking. Yet every plant of the foot takes us in a direction.

How did I come to live in DC for example. It began with college. After narrowing down to five or six we took road trips to visit in person. I can still remember the impressions I had of each……made after only minutes. One I didn’t like because the tour guide was not friendly. Others too strict. Too big. Too academic. One appeared dreary (probably because it was a cloudy day).

Arriving at Georgetown’s campus though on a perfect spring day, the sky was blue and the sun shining. Students hanging out on Healy lawn. Golden retrievers leaping for thrown frisbees. Music in the air. Red solo cups in hands. Yes! This was what I wanted. Just like that I veered to DC, and I never left because I met someone.

Took a job at Xerox because my boyfriend worked there. Rented a group beach house in someplace called Rehoboth that summer, since everyone else was doing it. The ‘tacky shack’ we called it. Bought our first home and made new friends who started inviting us to their place in Rehoboth. Fast forward we buy a house there. Now my sister and sister-in-law have homes here too.

Steps intertwine.

My alarm goes off and I have a choice. The sky is beginning to lighten out my window.  I swing my legs over the bed and dress for running. I lace up my shoes and step out the door to go find the sun.

How did I get here? (I keep thinking of the Talking Heads). I chose it.

Where to step next,
SARAH