One day last week as I was picking up our take-out dinner from our local taqueria, I ran into a former student. We hadn’t seen each other in decades. After some initial greetings and hugs, he asked, “So, are you living the good life?”
Whoa. Now that’s a conversation starter. I answered “yes,” spontaneously– a good sign, I thought. Since then, I’ve been trying to fill out that “yes” with the specifics of “the good life” as I currently define it.
Then, over dinner a few days later, another young friend asked each of the six of us at the table, “What is your passion?” Gulp. Another thought provoker. My immediate response was travel, and that, indeed, is true. But there were other words that followed. And it was fascinating listening to what the other people said.
For the last ten days, I have been thinking about both questions. And just for good measure, I threw in another question that often creeps up and out in my psyche–“What is my purpose?” Oh, that.
Probably, we each live the answers to these questions on a daily basis. But to actually articulate the answers is more challenging. Plus, those answers change over time as we and conditions change.
I’m not “there” yet in terms of definitive answers, but some words have surfaced that begin to get at the heart of what gives my life meaning and direction: health, beauty, nature, creativity, my Italian-American heritage, travel, home, simplicity, balance, learning, service and love–of John, family, friends, doggie, and the mysterious gift of life.
Autumn always seems to be a time for reflection for me. With the two questions presented, and my add-on, I have my work cut out for me. And I wonder if my search for what brings joy to the table might be a part of the answers. I look forward to what I discover.