Social good graces

Just a few months ago, I was sure society was going to eat itself.
A feeling, impending doom, a catastrophic event that would tear the human race to the bone.
Hey, the world isn’t a picnic where everyone is going to come together and sing “Kumbaya” (not yet, anyway), but the feeling of dread has given way to optimism uniform belief that we’ll muddle through.
Maybe leaving California did it.
Maybe watching children of the Great Plains play on tree-covered streets at dusk – enthusiastically asking if they can pet the dogs – did it.
Maybe it’s the work conditions, where everything isn’t perfect, but there’s respect and dialogue and a commitment to doing your best every time out.
Or, maybe it’s just part of growing up.
An education in-and-of-itself.