Welcome to an experiment in blogging

This is a new experience for me and it's not something I was very likely to do! A good friend of mine decided to begin a blog of her own to give her a chance to write and write with something of a focus....golf! We belong to the Western New Mexico Lunatic Fringe Golf Association, where our rules most definitely differ from most. My friend's blog chronicles our exploits on the golf course and often the writing has at least something to do with the game of golf.

During a frantic period of holiday baking, I had an intense need to write. I had hundreds of cookies to bake in one day but I actually took the time to write about the cookies I was baking. They were from a recipe given to me by a coworker almost 40 years ago and when I realized how long this recipe had been used, year after year for forty years, I was stunned. I decided to use the blog format to chronicle my entry into late middle age, a state of age I'd been in denial about before this.

So here it is, my blog, my life. It's nothing exceptional, so if you're limited on time, move along. I'll be using the blog to work on my writing ability while trying to express my feelings about being where I am right now.

Christmas on Windsor St.

Christmas on Windsor St.
Here she is! Mom & me!

baby, oh baby

baby, oh baby
early family life...where's mom?

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Retirement River

Wow, it's been almost a year since my last post - what's happening with that!  As summer break approaches once more, it's about to become my endless summer, forever on break, for this year I'm retiring from the life of a hard working nursing instructor.  What a challenge this could be.  After taking a "Transitions" class twice, and never really deciding what to do next, I'm taking the transition plunge. 

Reflecting on this decision, I compared it to scouting a river rapid.  One day, on the Arkansas River, a group of us were scouting a particularly ominous looking rapid.  As I stood there, on the bank of the river, balancing on the steep rocks  lining the bank, I decided there's only so long you can scout a rapid - eventually you must take the raft through it.  You can scout a rapid for an hour or ten minutes - it doesn't usually matter in the end.  On that day, I looked at my trip co-leader, and said, "Let's do it", and he was in agreement - time to go for it.  We loaded up the group and headed into the rapid.  At one point during the turbulent trip most of the others in the boat thought I was going out of the raft into the river.  Funny though, I never felt that way at all through the rapid.  I felt anchored, ready and secure in my spot and never felt as if I was about to be ejected. 

While retirement will present challenges, I'm ready to transition, no matter what it may mean.  It's time to conquer another rapid and it doesn't matter if it takes ten minutes, twelve months, or five years to consider the transition - it is now. 

1 comment:

  1. You are an inspiration. I'm still scouting, but will take your metaphor seriously--sooner or later, it will be time to just do it!

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