Wow – three months to
the day – sorry for such a delay in posts, but sometimes life is NOT “just a bowl
of cherries.” [Anyone under 39 won’t know the significance of that statement. :-) ]
Yep, I’m wrestling with the pits. So this is going to be a
short one.
I’m experiencing one of life’s many speed bumps and it’s a
doozie. You know how the older we get the less we like change? And moving? Well that’s right up there with the
taste of sour grapes. Or a twist of lemon. Or that over-ripe lime slice …
hmmmmm, wonder if I have any Corona in the fridge?
Ummm, anyway … I’m packing my life away once again for another
turning-me-on-my-head move. At my age, moving isn’t just a short interruption,
it’s a back-breaking, joint-crunching, headache increasing, pain in the a _ _.
I know in a few weeks I’ll be settled “somewhere,” and I
always find a measure of joy wherever I am. But THIS is the furthest from any vision I had of myself oh, so long
ago, when stretching my 39-year-old mind to consider beyond middle age. How did I get here?!
Choices … we must live with the consequences of them, as
well as those with exciting results. But much of my current angst is also
thanks to our country’s misrepresented financial state of affairs, coupled with
the debilitating recession/depression (my own interpretation).
New beginnings … I used that topic once for my most
successful essay contest (I ran several in the ‘90s while heading a Southwest
writers’ group). For most, the phrase elicits visions of hope … not necessarily
true when facing (or surviving) drastic, life-changing events.
So wish me luck … through a veil of emotional and physical
pain, I’m trying to view it optimistically and hope that the new life which
awaits can be cheered, not with a glass half-empty, but one half-full that I
can enjoy filling to the brim again. (Pass the Guinness!)
It isn’t an age … it’s an attitude!
