How Has Your Life Turned Out Differently Than You Imagined It Would?

I envisioned ending up homeless, standing on a corner, collecting handouts, surviving off the kindness of strangers.

Growing up had three simple and often shared expectations.

Never get married.

Never have children.

Live to one-hundred, twenty.

While all my peers looked forward to adolescence. I wanted to stay the same age. Parents and grandparents found this odd, but “went with the flow.” Getting older was not a goal. But, inevitable. I got married and had a child for which I am both thankful. Still working on making it to one-hundred and twenty.

Buried within this thinking are many personal narratives that I will not psychoanalyze. I have left clues. I shared them in writings posted on my website.

I have achieved much more than I imagined I would, at a cost. I have succeeded and failed. They call that life.

I am living in a home, paid off, sitting in my office writing stories and sharing family histories, with a few bucks in reserve, able to, in some small way to help others.

What is the placidity I seek?