Cain had his Career Trek graduation this
morning. I tried to take pictures but something is wrong with my
camera. Cain was a mixture of pride and too-cool-for-school-ness. He
got to wear a graduation robe and he curtsied when he received his
diploma. He’s also getting zits. It is upon us.
The day started with a fight, and nothing to wear. Cole went to the gallery to get the lighting right, I went shopping. I bought a pair of Seven jeans, and a linen Ralph Loren top, and a few Banana Republic tee shirts, and a slinky black runched sleeveless number from BCBG, also a cute little Benetton short coat, a sleeveless sweater with a cowl collar from Anne Klein, a pair of red Chuck tailors for Ethan, and pair of low rise Levis and some nice brown shoes for Cole. In that short shopping trip, even with both children doing their best renditions of what it’s like to shop with children, I felt more accomplished and proficient and proud of myself than I could have had I cleaned the whole house top to bottom, made a month’s worth of meal plans, and baked a fresh loaf of bread every day for 2 weeks. The day ended beautifully, and damn didn’t Cole and I look good in our new jeans.
Easter has come and gone – and the only chocolate I ate was the M & M’s I had stashed in my purse, you know, for chocolate emergencies. But you know I’m heading to Walgreen’s or wherever and hitting the after Easter candy sale. Because it would be criminal NOT to. Also, I think it would make the baby Jesus sad to have all that chocolate go uneaten.
I just posted the curriculum for the abundance group meetings on my web site. It’s a little surreal to me still that this is really what I’m doing and what I’m excited about doing. I know that I have always wanted to be in some way a teacher, a catalyst for people to change the way they think, but for some reason I thought it would all just fall in my lap, like how supermodels are discovered in city subways. I thought maybe, I’d be doing something unrelated and perhaps, by luck, I would be asked to speak about such and such. But here I am, getting exactly what I want, because I chose to do it myself. And I think, this really is not such a big deal, this is not the “Oprah ah ha” moment that I’m making it into, all I did was decide I wanted to do something and pursued it. On the other hand, this is huge, I got off the subway and decided to drive my own car. When did I make the shift from the victim of circumstance to the creator of it? I mean, I could pay lipservice to creating my reality before but I was just sitting in the passenger seat of my car expecting it to move on it’s own.