The work schedule is crazy, but it's the heat. I think it is affecting me somewhat like hypothermia would - just over a longer period of time. Words come harder during conversation. I drop things. (This isn't so new, just that I drop MORE things and catch less.) It is a pure exercise of will to get up and go do something.
Perhaps the dead air space between entries in this blog is more of an indicator. My last posting said that change is in the air. Given enough time - everything changes. And since my last post - apparently I've allowed enough time. Our move to IN has begun. It really began in February when we started house-hunting in earnest. We purchased a home in May and began moving some items there at the end of May. Now we have only left in VA mostly things that are needed to have this home show well and a my tools and camping stuff. There will be another small load of goodies heading out when Kenneth clears his room and the washer and dryer go in August. The balance of things or "the big move" as we like to refer to it has grown smaller and will go when the house sells.
A new chapter has begun. You know, people sometimes ask silly questions. There is a game the kids play where I work that says, "if you were invisible, what would you do?" They asked me that question, and it was so far from my thinking processes at the time, I couldn't come up with an answer. Others inquire, "if you won the lottery, what would you do?" Or, "if you didn't HAVE to work, what would you do?" I'm thinking - if I won the lottery, please kick me and shut my fingers in the car door. What would I have been thinking to ever play the lottery? BUT the 2nd half of the question is the real key - what would you do? Change becomes relevant, because if I were under those circumstances, would I change anything? Hopefully not much. Shouldn't I be doing the same thing in both cases, whether a monthly paycheck was headed my direction or not? Hopefully.
Now is the chance to carve that masterpiece. Someone commented to Michaelangelo about his incredible talent for creating images from granite. His response was that in each piece of stone was a beautiful work, all he did is release them. Is it sad that I'm now 51 and just sort of 'getting my stride'? Maybe, but I'm discovering that the past 30 years of varied career paths, job and life-interests has made my career-legs longer. Some people refer to the school of hard-knocks. Life is an awesome teacher. Where I am and what I'm about to do has taken TIME. There is no academic substitute for that.
So, I'm hot and tired, but I'm also looking forward with great anticipation to this new chapter in book that's hopefully only about 1/2 done. Maybe you feel like you are stuck in a spot and not moving like you wish. Maybe it's hot (literally or figuratively) and you are tired and don't feel like moving. Read this and smile and then get up and GET GOING!!!
Butt Prints In The Sand
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?"
Those prints are large and round and neat,
"But Lord they are too big for feet."
"My child," He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait."
"You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know.
So I got tired, I got fed up,
and there I dropped you on your butt."
"Because in life, there comes a time,
when one must fight, and one must climb.
When one must rise and take a stand,
or leave their butt prints in the sand."
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