Without a Doubt

Tonight, while enjoying dinner with a houseful of people I only sort of knew, the question of "what do you do?" came up.

I work at Starbucks.  Sometimes I run.  On special occasions I compulsively straighten my parents' house and possessions.

Later, while catching up more honestly with the only person there I would say I knew well, the question of "are you glad you moved home?" made its way to the conversation.

Without a doubt.

A year ago, I could not have seen what my day held today.  By most standards, today was an ordinary day, but the wide-reaching activities of making coffee and comforting coworkers and building relationships and letting the dog out and trying to solve some issues surrounding poverty in a community close to my heart and making new friends and enjoying the weather....all of that was filling, not only in the sense of my schedule, but in the sense of me.  If I could have found a way to express all of that in response to the "what do you do?" question, I would have.  But you don't fit all that into a day by sleeping in, and my brain was simply too tired to form that thought into some sort of coherent sentence.  In fact, it still is.  My point, however, is that although I could not have seen the myriad ways that small activities and events would fill my life so completely, I'm sure this is where I'm supposed to be.

Without a doubt.