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Finding Meaning

Sometimes D sends me videos of her grandson being adorable. I have known her for a long time now. We met when she was at the prime of her career, sharp as a tack and not afraid of any challenge. She could be a handful to deal with - atleast for some people but her work was truly exceptional. Over the years she has won awards and accolades for what she does. After she relocated to Florida with her husband, we keep in touch sporadically. Each phase change in her life impacted the cadence and content of our communication. She started thinking hard about changing career tracks to do something closer to her soul, This proved to be a hard dream to chase - I observed from the sidelines rooting for her success because I yearned to do exactly the same thing. 

The new career was not all that she dreamed about. With closeness to soul came the steep learning curve and establishing herself in a market where others had a thirty year head start on her. I am sure the experience provided for inner growth but it was not a dream come true. I wondered then and still do, what might have D done different to reach the goal post and what does that mean for me. Then came the grandbaby and D finally found the cause worth putting all her energy into. What she had missed doing for her kids, she now had a chance to do over and with the benefit of experience she did not have back then. It is an absolute pleasure to see D bloom into her perhaps what she was meant to be. 

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