"Now This is a Good Life"
Lizzie often “sees” brief scenes where she is somewhere else. This is not to be confused with a psychological issue of being detached from reality. On occasion Lizzie “visualizes” herself standing in “the sad swamp” or seeing the “old book”. There is one intriguing scene where she is dressed in her beautiful wedding finery looking into a mirror. For a momentary second she was unable to comprehend what she saw. “Touching the soft, rich fabric of her dress and the tiny glowing pearls she stared at a fleeting, misty, dim reflection of a young girl dressed in somber Amish clothes. Then the image became strong, clear, this woman looked like someone she should know, Lizzie touched the woman’s face. It felt warm, real. A curious undulating gossamer curtain of white with sparkles of gold enveloped this woman— so familiar, yet Lizzie could not remember being introduced to her.”
Within seconds Lizzie realizes how significantly far her journey has taken her. In her focus and pursuit of achieving her goals I think she never became conscious of what she accomplished and what she became. I’m curious if any of you have ever been “hit” with a sudden appreciation of your achievements? I’m not referring to an arrogant ego trip. Have you ever felt satisfied about what you’ve accomplished? Was it your graduation, your career, the goals of your children, or a reconciliation of a relationship with others?
