Cher recorded a song not too long ago that I really liked. Unfortunately, I can only remember the following line "You're standing on the edge of nowhere..." I guess I could look it up, but really don't care. That one line is such a poignant line for me right now.
I am not really standing on the edge of nowhere, but it's actually the crossroads of life. You know that place if you've been there. It's that place you've seen on the horizon and you know it's out there and someday it will come and then... Well... it's there. My friend Lois refers to it as "the corner." The corner of New and Old. You may have stood there. I'm standing there. And, thank heavens that I was dressed for it. I always worried I'd be in the shower or something when it arrived.
How many of you have felt this? That moment of massive change has hit you? You know what I'm talking about. Let's see those hands in the air. Mine is right up there cause it's time. Time for the change. Sorry, ladies, you're not the only ones going through it. And now is the time for courage. To race up that hill. To find out what's on the other side. To pray that you don't get up there and find that there is truly an edge and you fall to your death!
All I have to say is I am willing to take that chance. I need the change. I'm tired of crying over the loss of my parents. Over the loss of the home that I knew for so many years. The pain of not being able to drive there and walk right in and feel at home. I'm tired of an over-abundance of stuff and am ready to shove it all out the door, making it simpler to pack up and move. I'm tired of fighting battles that just aren't worth fighting for anymore. Being in charge, but not really feeling like I'm making a difference. Or even worse... Pouring creativity into a bottomless pit.
I need change. And I don't mean nickels and dimes. I'm talking about heading over the state line to a whole new scenery. A whole new view from my window. Maybe one with a water view... Waves washing on a sandy warm beach or maybe a sea wall... The gentle sounds of the surf... The waves moving ebbing and flowing... The smell of salty air... Quaint little villages here and there... Like in Florida... Anybody up there hearing this? Yoohoo! Anybody? A nice beach front... Hint hint to God/Allah/Buddha/my guardian angel/whoever.
One of these days I suspect I may get a busy signal... More than likely what I'll hear is "Meet us halfway..."
I think I dropped enough hints for now. Now my turn... I will send those resumes out as many times as I can to as many places. And then cast a little to the wind. Say a little prayer. Sweat. Cry. Laugh. Do a little dance. And most of all prepare to hang on. It's gonna be a bumpy ride.
CSM
I am not really standing on the edge of nowhere, but it's actually the crossroads of life. You know that place if you've been there. It's that place you've seen on the horizon and you know it's out there and someday it will come and then... Well... it's there. My friend Lois refers to it as "the corner." The corner of New and Old. You may have stood there. I'm standing there. And, thank heavens that I was dressed for it. I always worried I'd be in the shower or something when it arrived.
How many of you have felt this? That moment of massive change has hit you? You know what I'm talking about. Let's see those hands in the air. Mine is right up there cause it's time. Time for the change. Sorry, ladies, you're not the only ones going through it. And now is the time for courage. To race up that hill. To find out what's on the other side. To pray that you don't get up there and find that there is truly an edge and you fall to your death!
All I have to say is I am willing to take that chance. I need the change. I'm tired of crying over the loss of my parents. Over the loss of the home that I knew for so many years. The pain of not being able to drive there and walk right in and feel at home. I'm tired of an over-abundance of stuff and am ready to shove it all out the door, making it simpler to pack up and move. I'm tired of fighting battles that just aren't worth fighting for anymore. Being in charge, but not really feeling like I'm making a difference. Or even worse... Pouring creativity into a bottomless pit.
I need change. And I don't mean nickels and dimes. I'm talking about heading over the state line to a whole new scenery. A whole new view from my window. Maybe one with a water view... Waves washing on a sandy warm beach or maybe a sea wall... The gentle sounds of the surf... The waves moving ebbing and flowing... The smell of salty air... Quaint little villages here and there... Like in Florida... Anybody up there hearing this? Yoohoo! Anybody? A nice beach front... Hint hint to God/Allah/Buddha/my guardian angel/whoever.
One of these days I suspect I may get a busy signal... More than likely what I'll hear is "Meet us halfway..."
I think I dropped enough hints for now. Now my turn... I will send those resumes out as many times as I can to as many places. And then cast a little to the wind. Say a little prayer. Sweat. Cry. Laugh. Do a little dance. And most of all prepare to hang on. It's gonna be a bumpy ride.
CSM
