It's a Starbuck's Morning...

03/27/2010

Bridgeport, WV, Starbucks, 7:30 Saturday morning, and it is a great day to be me.  Wish you were here. 

It is a crisp, cold, cloudless March morning.  My coffee is about gone, as is the blueberry scone I just had to have because I saw it languishing in a cage with a bunch of lonely pastries longing to be held.  Yum!  In a few minutes I will pack up my stuff and go back to Jackie’s and attempt to arouse, so to speak, The Nancy from a deep slumber, which in itself is a major undertaking.

I spoke with my eldest daughter for about thirty minutes this morning, and it is the longest conversation we have had in a month.  She is undergoing a transformation, a catharsis, an attempt to finally defeat the demon that has controlled her life for more than a decade.  She is filled with emotion and is clear headed, and it is evident in her speech and in her words.

She believes God has intervened and taken control of her life.  She sees events now as signs, as markers, of what has been and what ought to be.  She has finally accepted there are no accidents in this life, and the universe is unfolding exactly as it is meant to be in a life she designed before she began it.  She is discovering she is not her past and that she is in complete control of her future.  She is defining who she truly is, as only she can do. For her this is The Best Day Ever.

And that is all I have to say about that…