When I woke up early this morning and couldn’t go back to sleep, I lay in bed and thought about the million tasks we have to accomplish next month to get moved out of our Texas house that we recently sold – somewhat out of the blue. This stream of consciousness led me down the memory lane to a post I’d written here about Second Chances.
I found it in the archives for September, 2012 and re-read it and decided it was a little over the top because I devoted so much time talking about the “epistemology” of second chances. Seriously, what was that about? Clearly no one gives a hoot or a holler about that word anymore.
However, I hit the “re-blog” button and planned to edit the re-blog but alas, apparently this isn’t possible. Second Chances was in cyberspace once again – quite in keeping with its title.
For those of you who are my best followers and who read it before I could figure out how to retrieve and edit, thank you very much for indulging my Big Word Fantasies. For those of you who just tuned in and have a burning interest in epistemology, please do take the time to visit the archives and the post.
What I intended to say is that I have been extraordinarily lucky to have had second chances to reconnect with my family and friends in Texas since we bought our home on Worsham Street in March, 2010. I’ve shared more holidays, birthdays, domino-playing days and nights, barbecue brisket, bourbon, Tex-Mex, margaritas, Lone Star First Saturdays, wine festivals, bluebonnet pastures, cookie walks, cemetery crawls, country music, front-porch rocking and visiting, bird watching and driving back country roads in the past four years with cousins and old friends than in the previous forty years. Yee Haw – I even got used to wearing cowboy boots and hats again.
I also found that taking these second chances gave me new first ones, too. Living on Worsham Street in the little town of Montgomery was a slice of American life I’d lost faith in somewhere along the way. My neighbors in the 600 block of Worsham became dear friends who reminded me that community and family are not abstract concepts but people who love and support each other in good and bad times. I find that a message of hope for our country and our world.
I’ve added Rule Number Six to the five rules I made up in that September, 2012 post: Don’t confuse your second chances with your first choices or your first choices may become your second chances.
Life is tricky, ain’t it?