30 Days of Happiness:: The Little Things

(Day 2) When I thought back on today, what we did, where we were, who we saw. It seemed completely mundane.
Came home from work, drove to Sioux City to pick up a few things and drove home. Put kids to bed. Cleaned and organized, washed and laundered. Packed bags, set out breakfast... and so on.

But the things that I hold dear in today aren't things, really.

It's more like: Isabel in a store, one aisle over squeaking out, "I'm lost-- come-- get-- me!" And actually being right there to scoop her up.

It's Truman's "Clap Mommy-Daddy!" to whatever music is streaming in the car.

It's the privilege I have to wake them up every morning, to feed them, clothe them and take care of them.

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I have heard about 40 times in the last two weeks (there is no exaggeration involved in that number), the question, posed in someway but not all in the same words. “What are we put on this earth for? What was I born to do.” So I've been thinking about this answer in my own life.

I wonder if we can answer the question, or if it’s a revolving answer? Can contentment and seeking go hand in hand. Can we be content where we are in life, but still look ahead for opportunities— without exiting the present?

But I am sensing this collective questioning— very colligate-- it seems so much more intense than even in college. Is it that my friends and I, the twentysomethings and thirtysomethings are in the age of questioning? Or is it that because of where we are as a country, economically are we all trying to find where we fit?