The Way They're Supposed To

My fraternal grandmother used to say that things work out the way they are supposed to. I've always liked that thought. And I believe it, too. It's comforting.

Fate, Destiny, God's Will - whatever you want to call it - I like thinking that maybe there is something bigger then me out there pulling the strings even if I'm not sure it really exists. It is nice to look back at a chain of events that didn't make sense at the time and realize, "well, if that hadn't have happened then this wouldn't have happened and I really like that this happened so it's good that happened." There's a bigger picture, you know?

It's easy to get caught up in Shit. We think to ourselves, "Really? This is the way it's supposed to be? But this sucks!" Yet we can find relief, sometimes, if we believe that even though this sucks it's just the way it is. Because that is what this all comes down to: Nothing is supposed to happen - it just does.

So, if I choose to believe that things happen for a reason because it helps me get through the difficult stuff then so be it. I'd rather believe in something and find comfort then believe in nothing and be unhappy. And sometimes just accept that It Is What It Is.

Floral Family Has Found a Temporary Home:

I am installing Floral Family at the San Rafael Library near the entrance to the Children's Library on Wednesday.

And I am meeting with the head of Parks and Recs to (hopefully) get the final okay to install my other Recycled Materials Garden art in the garden at the Falkirk Cultural Center.

Just think, if Burning Man had given me the grant I had applied for then my garden sculptures wouldn't be available for this great opportunity. See, things really do work out the way they're supposed to.