Today as I drove down my street there was a guy in a puffy jacket, baggy jeans and ball cap. He was walking with his arms slightly raised, hands in what I imagine was an approximation of gang signs. I couldn’t tell if he was listening to music in his own little world, but I wondered if he was.
I wondered what brought him to my block, to the station in life that he’s in. I wondered if he was a “thug”, if he was trying to portray a “thug” or if I just caught him at a random moment and that’s not him at all.
I wonder about a lot of random things. What Life has in store for Frank and I, what my brother will do next, will Nanny will know her great-grand children and if she will know my children.
I wonder about the decisions people make and how they arrive at them, if it will ever get warm in my office, if I really have it as together as I think I do or if I’m just fooling myself.
I wonder if I’ll ever finish my to do lists, if I can figure out an actual running schedule, if my children will love Voice of Reason’s and D’Lovely’s as much as we love each other.
I wonder if I have what it takes to be a good mom and good wife, to continue to be a good daughter. I wonder if I’ll ever fit in my favorite jeans again, if I’ll really reach my goal weight, I wonder if the world will be a more kind place in my lifetime.
I wonder about a lot of things and wonder what you wonder about.