I Am A Goof

Good morning Good morning🌝The sun has yet to rise on this early Sunday, church day, start of a new week day, and middle of the month of May, day.  Here I sit on my brown sofa text messaging and Facebooking with a few of my early bird or night owl friends.  I was just once again and for about the millionith time told I am goofy.  I guess for lack of a better descriptive word but maybe goofy is correct.  I just know I had a certain life all planned out since Mrs. Morris 6th grade class. I even had a red notebook where I wrote down how to be a good parent including elaborate examples of the huge injustices my parents inflicted on me to insure I would remember what it felt like to be a kid so my children would not have to suffer and miss out on beach parties 'all the other Mothers' consented to.  I had my wedding all planned, the names of my 2 children picked out, boy then girl.  I even decided what my grandchildren would call me.  My parents were incredibly stable so I just assumed my life would be the same way...you know, like the Beaver Cleaver household.    I got pregnant at 19, not married and not by Ward Cleaver.  That was still some what scandalous back in 1979.  One of those things 'I have come to understand that I will never understand'.  Was it because now everyone will know you had sex? So it goes.  I did finally marry, have 2 more children, bought a house, and just as plans seemed to be on track,  throw a wave to the caboose, choo choo-derail with divorce.  The Bible says 'In all things give thanks'  and 'all things work together for good'.   I believe that as I witnessed it growing up with my Dad.  I am so glad I learned or was blessed with his practically magic way of looking at life, seeing only the good and a big eraser handy as a life plan must be written in pencil.  Happiness is a choice, peace in my heart, keep my feet on the ground, after all, it is my goofy small world.  kisses