Rock, Paper, Scissors

Many times I think....how the heck did I wind up where I am?

Makes a person go......Hmmmmmmmmm......

Yes, I had goals.  Yes, I met my goals and set more....but sometimes....life just happens.

For example, Bill and I looked all over Macon for a house when we moved there in 1986.  We loved a house belonging to the guy that was going to take Bill's job in Milledgeville.....so we bought our home from.....the Telegraph.

I met a lady down the street that has become one of my best friends....ever.  We were supposed to be in each other's lives.  AND then we worked together.  And her dad worked with us at Georgia College.

But sometimes, I wake up and wonder, how did I get to 62?  Where did the time go?

Bill and I play the game "Rock, Paper, Scissors" -- we've been married since dirt was invented and we don't squabble over tasks....we gamble for the power to say, "You do it."

I am a lousy "Rock, Paper, Scissors" player.  I rarely win.  But, I keep plugging on.  I might win.  I might be able to fake him out.  But, he knows me so well....Bill watches me think and immediately knows what I'm going to pick...and then simultaneously he picks the winner.

I plug on in life.  How did I get here?