Life is good. Seriously good. It's one of those times where I have so much going on that I have to pick and choose what I have time to do. Writer's groups, book clubs, music and dancing, learning new skills like knitting and sewing, workshops at church - I just took training to be a small group leader, which was surprisingly exciting. I met with one of the group organizers last week for coffee and she asked me how I was planning to fit leading a group into my schedule. Hmmmm. Now if it would just stop raining so that I can go to the beach.
Work is good - busy and frustrating at times, but not overwhelming, especially when I hear about other people's jobs, and considering that so many people here in NY are losing their jobs, I really can't complain. Not that that stops me, all that much ;) I've got two trips coming up this summer that have been (mostly) paid for, and a friend coming to visit me for a week in between.
So. Life is good. And that's what scares me. I've been reading and hearing much lately that points to the fact that spiritual growth comes through suffering. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, dark nights of the soul, and so on.
I don't want to suffer. I want my life to stay good. But I also want to grow. I want to have my cake and eat it too, so to speak, but not sure if that is possible. And so I'm half waiting for something horrible to happen, and if it doesn't, is that a good sign, or a bad one?