In the forty plus years I’ve known her, my friend Kathy has told me a hundred times, “Life unfolds perfectly.” She navigated four marriages, all happy at the beginning and, as most breakups go, difficult at the end. Four kids and several career changes may have added some creases, but, through it all, she maintained her belief about the perfection of the unfolding. Her son put a different spin to it. Kathy was making her ‘mother speech’ after she had helped him through a trying adolescent experience. Kathy said, “You see, it’s just like I always say-- life unfolds perfectly.” Her son, without making eye contact, but looking in her direction through his eyebrows, shuffled his feet and countered, “Well, I don’t know about that, but I guess it unfolds okay.”
It’s true. Life unfolds okay.
At least it unfolds.