Such a tricky thing, at my age, starting over.
When so many others only a few years older are anticipating retirement, here I am, a middle aged single parent, contemplating a new career and, quite possibly, a new business.
Insanity seems a very real explanation. Mid-life reassessment? Most definitely. The process is, without a doubt, frightening, exciting, confusing, frustrating, and somewhat more challenging that they would have you believe.
Have you had any really “good” bread lately? The kind of bread with a crust that has just the right amount of crunch, the inside just the right amount of chewiness. The kind of bread with a rich, tangy aroma when you break it open. The kind of bread that sings when you slather it with butter. Ah, heaven.
So many people will never know what real bread is, have never sunk their teeth into a chunk of warm, chewy, dense bread freshly made by a pair of human hands.
On Thursday I will become the proud owner of an upright piano, a refugee from my boss’ imminent move.
It may be worth mentioning that I do not play piano, nor does my daughter…yet. I did at least have the presence of mind to arrange piano lessons for my daughter.
Did I mention that I live in a small basement apartment?
In life, there are times when you realize that you are sitting on the “edge”. The trouble is, you often don’t fully appreciate the nature of the edge you’re sitting on…until you have the courage to look down.
You go along, living the minutia of day-to-day life, with “something” niggling away at the back of your mind. It tends to sneak up on you gradually, dangling just out of awareness. A sense that you’ve forgotten to do something important before you left home that day, like turn off the stove or lock the window.