Today I decided, in an instant, I wanted to BLOG! I had been reading my friend's blog and of her adventures as she travels all over the world and I realized, although I didn't travel much and my life was really very simple, I still felt like I had something to say about life in general.
I've spent a great deal of my life and my 34 year-career worrying about what people thought, thinking maybe I didn't quite measure up to their expectations, trying to please everyone in every way possible. It seems to be my nature. Yes, I was greeted with some raised eyebrows and scowling frowns when I took up motorcycle riding several years ago. And when I married for the third time, I listened to some grumbling and complaining about "maybe this time you'll get it right." But somehow, during the past four years, I've figured it out. It doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. I don't have to have the fancy house, the husband in the suit and tie (although he is very handsome in jeans and a Columbia shirt!), the college degree, the three and a half kids and two dogs...although I do have three dogs and NO kids! I've already succeeded in life. I went as far in my career as I could possibly go, ranking all the way up to an executive officer, a successful woman in a man's world.
Then I retired, stayed home for two years and planted flowers and pulled weeds. Even during that time, I was still trying to do what everyone expected, be every where I was asked to go. I was growing weary of all the demands placed on my life. It was making me crazy. After a phone call from a dear friend, I took up my career again, but kept up the pulling weeds and planting flowers. I never knew I loved the outdoors so much until I had those two years to myself. I forgot that I loved to play the piano, loved to watch the sun set. I had lost touch with myself. I really think I never was in touch with who I was. Now, I long for time to myself and can't wait to get home to put on a baggy pair of jeans and grab my gloves and start searching for a weed to pull or a plant to break off and root in the greenhouse. So there! I've started my blog and we'll see where this takes me. Happy Day!
I've spent a great deal of my life and my 34 year-career worrying about what people thought, thinking maybe I didn't quite measure up to their expectations, trying to please everyone in every way possible. It seems to be my nature. Yes, I was greeted with some raised eyebrows and scowling frowns when I took up motorcycle riding several years ago. And when I married for the third time, I listened to some grumbling and complaining about "maybe this time you'll get it right." But somehow, during the past four years, I've figured it out. It doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. I don't have to have the fancy house, the husband in the suit and tie (although he is very handsome in jeans and a Columbia shirt!), the college degree, the three and a half kids and two dogs...although I do have three dogs and NO kids! I've already succeeded in life. I went as far in my career as I could possibly go, ranking all the way up to an executive officer, a successful woman in a man's world.
Then I retired, stayed home for two years and planted flowers and pulled weeds. Even during that time, I was still trying to do what everyone expected, be every where I was asked to go. I was growing weary of all the demands placed on my life. It was making me crazy. After a phone call from a dear friend, I took up my career again, but kept up the pulling weeds and planting flowers. I never knew I loved the outdoors so much until I had those two years to myself. I forgot that I loved to play the piano, loved to watch the sun set. I had lost touch with myself. I really think I never was in touch with who I was. Now, I long for time to myself and can't wait to get home to put on a baggy pair of jeans and grab my gloves and start searching for a weed to pull or a plant to break off and root in the greenhouse. So there! I've started my blog and we'll see where this takes me. Happy Day!
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