The other day a friend of mine was telling me about her past life that included raising kids, leading groups in the workplace, serving on boards of non-profits and dealing with a wide range of responsibilities.
She said, “You know, I was happy when the goldfish died.”
My reaction was probably what yours would have been, “What in the world are you talking about?
She explained that when a lot of the responsibilities were easing away one of the last things she had to take care of was the goldfish. When they died she understood that she was, essentially, free to pursue the life she wanted without lots of traditional responsibilities.
What are your goldfish?