My life is a snow globe that I shook like crazy then set down to watch where and how the flakes would settle. Some are still drifting, looking for a place to alight. If I don’t like the outcome, I can always shake it again. And again. And again. As many times as I want or need to.
The scene inside the snow globe never changes, and that’s OK. I like that sense of consistency: family, friends, home, hearth…the yummy-but-sometimes-difficult emotional entanglements that define the essence who we are.
But you see, once the snowflakes have settled, that exact scene in the snow globe is only relevant and interesting only 
for so long. Without a little shake-up now and then, a snow globe is staid, static and uninspiring. And if my life is a snow globe, why would I want that?
