About Meaning

I was “that kid” who asked questions that a lot of grown-ups didn’t quite know exactly how to react to – or to answer. I’ve always needed to know the whole story, how things worked and why they were necessary or if they weren’t necessary, then why did people do them? Things had to make SENSE to me, right from the start. I rarely accepted the first version of peoples’ answers, either. See, I picked up on the BS early and I figured out that if you just kept at it, eventually you’d get something that was more truth and less “aww, she’s just a little girl, she won’t understand the real answer, so here’s a completely illogical old wives tale to shut you up” – type answer.

I grew up in the 80’s and 90’s, before smart phones and tablets and when most houses had a landline and cable TV. I didn’t get a cell phone until I was – wait, maybe you should sit down – 22. That wasn’t a keyboard hiccup, I wasn’t 2, I was 22. I know, can you believe it?? I don’t even remember my life before Google. Oh wait, yes I do. I had an almanac and an old Encyclopedia Britannica (kids, this is like the book version of Wikipedia, but all of the info was actually confirmed before publishing). Books were only available in real book form and none  of my friends had cell phones, not even in high school. It was the time of digital pagers and payphones, kids. Ahhh, those were the days.

Anyway, I’m getting off track.

Throughout my life, I’ve stayed “that kid,” only now I’m much more resourceful, a bit wiser, and have a tad more life experience. I also had a bad case of “Grown-up Ostri-Ignorantis” (“GOI”). GOI is when we, as “grown-ups” decide that certain things are immature and that we have no time for that, we have bills to pay and debt to incur and more bills to pay, and don’t forget that little nest egg we need to stuff for our retirement years – stop, sigh, retirement, ahhh, that’s only…WHAT?! That’s 40 years away?? Okay, okay, I’m getting myself all worked up, I’m sure you get the meaning. Basically, I stopped giving myself permission to wonder. Oh my gallon of milk, that sounds so sad, right?!

I’m happy to say that those days are gone and in this case, history will NOT repeat itself.

My biggest and most consuming questions circle my existence and my place in this world and, well, ultimately, it all leads back to God, or however you choose to think of our Divine Creator – there’s no wrong answer in my book. And so, that’s what this blog is about.  I’m sharing information, news stories, and, of course, my opinion and even more than that, more intimate than that, I’m sharing my heart and my feelings and in doing that, you’re helping me get back to the kid who trusted her gut.  Most people may have thought I was a know-it-all and too old for my age, but I can say for sure that I don’t know it all and my age? Irrelevant.

Come with me, let’s figure it out and maybe, just maybe, if we figure ourselves out and let go of what others have told us we are, directly and indirectly, we can save our world from what looks like certain destruction at this point. We can do it, I believe in us.

XOXO