While bucking up Sassafrass for the post-student life looming in her very near future, I confessed the following: “I have just enough depth to know I have no depth at all.”
I then repeated said minimal insight into myself to the Lord & Master, who shot back, “No, that’s wrong. You have depth. But you have no purpose.”
What can I say? He gets me. He really, really gets me.
A coupla days later I reminded him how flawless his husbandly perspective is.
“You didn’t let me finish! It’s not just that you have no purpose, but, who cares? Not everyone has to have a purpose.”
The bottom line is the L&M didn’t mean this as a criticism and I didn’t take it as such. He captured the 50’s dream housewife June Cleaver life I lead to perfection. In other words, I’m not a do-er, I’m a be-er.