“It this all there is?” or The Best of Times, The Worst of Times
“It this all there is?” This summer I was having a drink at a new outdoor cafe in the neighborhood with my dear and lovely friend D., one of the most physically and spiritually connected people I know, and this question came up. Seemed that over a home-cooked organic gourmet dinner, her friend S., out of the blue, had blurted - unironically - the question, “So, is this all there is?” S. has the dreamy husband who adores her (and does the cooking!), the mostly-perfect children, the great-enough job, the cool address in coolest of cities on the planet. On paper, she appeared to have it all, living the life we dreamed we were meant to live, and yet, well - D. herself was having some misgivings. Seemed she was haunted by second thoughts about her relationship with her tall, dark and handsome boyfriend of nearly three years and her upcoming trip to Italy - three weeks in Roma, on the Amalfi Coast, Capri and Sicily – with him and his family, because, well -...