I imagine our birthdays in the latter years
bring about a certain amount of thoughtful
rumination. My recurring questions range
from subtle differences such as, "Who do I
want to be when I grow up?" to "Who am
I going to be when I grow up?" My mother
used to say I had my life planned from the
cradle to the grave. I imagine on some level
she was absolutely right . . . but as time goes
on . . . life happens to you rather than you
happening to life. I have loved and enjoyed
my life . . . my children, teaching, living in
Mexico, building a home, moving into this
120 year old cabin. But, what joys and
sorrows can I carve out for myself in this last
go round, as it were? Like it or not, part of
that is defined by availability of funds and
frankly, Santa hasn't been putting much in
my x-mas stocking of late. I have the time,
but do I have the energy? My heart's in the
right place but me thinks I'd better be checking
out my gumption level. So, camping may turn
into a travel trailer, foreign climes may become
getting to know my own state and hiking the
trails might be better ending the evening on
a barstool trying out the local beers on for size.
I'll report in as soon as I find out!
where am i going
making fairytales come true
click heels dorothy
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