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I went to my wife’s Aunt Marilyn’s funeral yesterday. The person giving the personal remembrance briefly mentioned how she met her future husband, Bill, when he happened to jump in the car she was riding in during college. Of course, that didn’t guarantee they would get together. They needed something else. They both needed room for the seed to be planted.
It’s true in love and it’s true in life. It’s also true in self. I like knowing what I can about myself. I like being self-aware. But I admitted long ago I was not going to ever know ALL of me. I wasn’t going to be able to computerize all my thoughts, feelings or actions. I wasn’t going to be able to have it all figured out.
I don’t abrogate my responsibility to know myself, but I am glad for the continued mystery because as a person and as an artist, I want the freedom to explore new directions if the wind blows those seeds into my life.
Drawing and commentary by Marty Coleman of The Napkin Dad Daily
One year ago today at The Napkin Dad Daily – An Intelligent Woman Has Millions of Born Enemies