My life makes sense. For much of my life, it didn't.

I guess I've been thinking about that because I wonder how you folks ended up where you are, doing what you are with whoever you're doing it with (if you're doing it with someone.) I've talked to so many people whose life turned out to be a real surprise to them. Most of my life I've lived with the reality of the statement, "If anybody told me ten years ago I'd be doing what I am now, I would have told them they were crazy." And yet, my life makes sense. Even the stupid, self- destructive things that I've done, and the times when my life seemed to be spinning out of control.. times when I could make no sense ouf of my life. All of my life seemed to be preparation for my life today. I wonder if any of you feel that way.
How did you end up in Alaska, Ebbie? When you were a little girl, did you think... "When I grow up I want to live in Alaska?" Or are you a "native?" When I was a little boy, I surely didn't think, "When I grow up I want to be married to a black woman, living in a little back-water town in Connectiut." It not only makes me reflect on how I got here, but WHY I ended up where I am. And who I am. For me, it all makes perfect sense. I could be more specific, and may end up being, but mostly I'm wondering if your life makes sense to you. In a way, it doesn't really make any difference what you're doing in your life, where you're doing it or who you're doing it with (if you're doing it with someone.) The only thing that really matters is if you have the comfort of knowing that your life has some purpose, not matter how modest that might be in someone else's eyes.

Anybody want to share anything around the table? I promise it won't go out of this room.. :-)

Jerry