I was standing in front of the mirrored door to a closet in my new house, talking to my husband about unpacking. I looked at our reflection, two kids all those years ago, now in our adult incarnations, and it looked right.

It felt right, too.

If someone had told me two years ago that I’d be remarried to my first husband and first adult love, retired from the working world, living in the San Francisco Bay area and just about to move into a beautiful, new home, I’d have laughed.

Hard.

At the time, I was living in Tampa, in the waning days of a consulting job I should have left years before and engaged to be married to a man I cared for very much in a relationship that would have been a lot of work.

How did this huge life change happen?

I was present.

Opportunities knock all the time,but we’re not ready.
Or the fist is raised and they would knock, if we were open to it.