Out to find the better part of me

There are no coincidences. I am a firm believer in this. Last night I was at our weekly playgroup meeting. This playroup has evolved over the years into a sort of potluck dinner meeting of friends. We've been meeting for years, ever since Q was 4 months old. ( As an aside this is the sort of thing I'd be insanely jealous of if I was on the outside of it looking in. A group of five or six women getting together with their kids once a week to have dinner, let the kids play together, and just enjoy some time with friends. And yet I totally take it for granted. I need to appreciate stuff like this more.) There was only three of us this week, which made it possible to have a little deeper conversation. In my post a few days ago I mentioned a friend of mine who was able to send her daughter to school a few days a week while she took art classes and did pottery in her basement. Of course on the outside looking in that seemed like an ideal situation. Only I was wrong. Turns out her husband is getting concerned about what she plans to do with this hobby eventually. Does she plan to go into business selling her pottery, and if so how will she do this? He makes a lot of money at his job but it's a job he really doesn't like and eventually money starts to run out. She doesn't know what she wants to do. She's not really that interested in the business aspect of it, but she knows her current situation is very much a luxury and she feels badly about that.

So I guess my lesson from this is that no one has it all figured out, even when it seems like they do. And there are no easy answers. For myself I have decided to spend at least a half hour a day doing some intellectual activity: reading, blogging, or good conversation, etc. I think this will help, though I have no idea where it will lead eventually or if it will lead anywhere at all. But for now at least I feel like I am making a positive change, one step at a time.