Morning of the changing-of-the-gears. I'm eating home-smoked salmon in scrambled eggs for breakfast, and contemplating the next year of my life. Being married to The Wife is going smashingly, and most nights as I fall asleep I feel about like This. Just real content.
School, however, can bring up slightly more difficult feelings. Like, "a full year from now you'll have your BACHELORS DEGREE... whoooopteeedooo, might as well be finishing high school in your 40's." Kind little thoughts like that. And "you'll be almost 40 by the time you start your next career, and you will be taking a pay drop -- what were you thinking again?" But as per my training, I just let those thoughts slide on by, and concentrate on the moment.
The moment now consists of an almost finished plate of breakfast and my PSU schedule. Early one this term, and 5 days a week. Knowing that the study group likes to study til 1-2 a.m. -- this presents some logistical problems. I will be interested to see how the whole thing resolves.
The Wife just came in and said "ooh, it's the first day of schoool. I feel like I should pin a note to your chest 'if lost, return to ____' and send you out with a bag lunch!" Har har.
Ok, time for the next step -- clothing and packing up the backpack.
Here we go.
Enjoy your little life transitions,
Bp
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going back to school, babies being born, weddings, it's all just loads of transitions everywhere I look.
Hope you had a good day today and didn't get lost, but I guess with that note pinned to you - you would be ok!
The note was a leg up, I'll admit it.
Pshaw. I was 43 when I got my dream job, and I've never looked back. It ain't never, ever, never, too late. Good luck, although I don't think you'll be needing it.
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