When we’re confused by where we are, it’s important to look at where we’ve been.
Confusion, uncertainty, masked as fear, pride, or hubris, reigns in all of us in these last days of 2016. What a year! I’m tempted to ride out the last bit hiding under my bed with my cats.
“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.” – The Hobbit, J.R.R. Tolkien
Since I’m effectively agoraphobic during winter, it seems like a good time to turn my attention to this mess around me that I’ve accumulated, and scan through the wee bits of paper on which I’ve written a germ of an idea, usually accompanied by an *asterisk* and several exclamation points!!! I just have to haul them out from under the weight of the newspaper clippings, flyers, magazines, library books and paper backs they’ve landed under, over and in between.
Tick tock, Tick tock. Time is marching on for everyone, but oh so very visibly for the Baby Boomers. And most particularly for those of us who chose careers that put us in the public’s eye. If you are lucky enough to stay on the right side of the grass, you are going to get old, and if you have a scrap book full of photos, you are going to have proof positive that aging in our society is not for the weak of heart or stomach.
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