Lesson #7: Embrace The Chaos

I was supposed to have it all figured out by now: white picket fence, 2.5 kids, 3/4 of a dog, a doting husband and a skyrocketing career (hey, one out of five ain't bad!).

What I was not supposed to have: a life lived out of suitcases and airports, another quaint yet falling apart-ment in oh-so-glamorous New York, temporary roommates of sorts, a lease that's up in two weeks and nowhere to live. Oh, and a minor birthday party/escape to plan.

But that's what life is, for the most part: chaos. Sometimes, more organized than not. It's certainly followed me as surely as my shadow, and maybe that's because I've never stayed on the path. Any path. When you seek the examined life, don't expect a smooth ride. And maybe that's what causes all the pain and torment? Expecting that it's going to be calm waters? Maybe by accepting that rarely is life "settled"; I have no idea what the term "settling down" means, and only have negative connotations with the verb, can one truly find the calm after the storm?