The other day I was lying on my bed lamenting the general frustration of being 52 years-old and in a state of change. As tears rolled down the sides of my face, I sensed my grandmother’s presence. Grandmom was widowed at a young age, but took the bull by the horns and carved a place out for herself. She entered the ministry, taught herself to drive, and celebrated each and every day.
As I whined “What should I do with my life?” I heard her say, “Whatever you do, have fun doing it!”
Maybe it’s not profound, but coming from a dead Grandmother it merits some attention. It forced me to think about the following: