Sundays

Here I am, sitting with my feet propped up, listening to some "hula" music...... wondering..... what am I going to do today.  Yesterday, I spent the morning cleaning out closets and drawers.  If I might be so bold, that is yeoman's work!  I have new respect for those people who do that sort of thing on a regular basis -- although, honestly, if I did it more often it might not have been such a job.

Sunday.  I can go walk on the beach.  I could go visit with family (always a hit with me.)  I can finish cleaning the house and do the laundry (always at the bottom of the list and least favorite.)  Gotta go to church.....  That means getting in the shower soon!  So, what to do.... what to do.

It occurs to me that this quandry is reminicent of the problem that many of our (our in the general term) young folks face.  What to do.... what to do.  From the armchair of middle age (*sigh*), I see that as a society, we make young people decide thier future when they are least prepared to make that decision.  How can an individual decide what it is they want to spend thier life doing, when they haven't ever done anything?  Travel, experience life, enjoy the sun, learn to interact successfully with others. 

But the other side of that coin is..... deciding for them.  Child A and Child B would certainly not ALLOW that to happen, but of course, I do know what is best for them.  It's true!  Child A should be a music teacher (combine his love of music and his natural gift of helping others).  Child B should be an author (she has been writing books since she could hold a pen).

Hummmm...... thinking back to when I was that age, I had to fight with my mother to be allowed to do what I wanted to do - be a nurse.  She felt that I was smart enough to "be a doctor" - YUCK!  I am smart enough to be a great nurse.  (That is not hubrus, but honesty.)  I chose that and have loved that career since then. 

Could the real problem with our youth of today be that they have too many options?