When will it begin
How will it happen
Why did this come upon me
What am I going to do?
Ever feel this way? I know it has to me. The four words, When, How, Why and What. Powerful words when used in sentences, don’t you think?
Why are some of us placed in suck jobs
How did I think I would ever love it
When is something better going to come along
What am I going to do?
Every day we are faced with decisions. The path we decide isn’t determined just by a what about me thought, like our youth tend to think it is.
What benefits will I see
How will we deal with these terrible hours
When am I going to have the real job I want
What am I going to do?
We think about how family and friends will be affected by our decisions. We wonder if we can really handle that big of a change and will it truly benefit my life and those around me. Will I have to have a babysitter. Will I be happy in a new location.
Change can be scary can’t it? The future, although many of us worry about something that hasn’t happened yet can be frightening. I believe that having money in our pocket is important when we first start out working for that paycheck.
Then we move on to have to work all the hours we can to feed the family and pay the bills. Next new thought could happen after a number of years when you realize you may not be an asset but a door mat; or you realize you are working out of habit, never considering a change.
At my age, I am in this category. Medical issues, age, lack of hiring power, I tend to lean more on the thought; what can I do the rest of my working days that I actually love? Where I can come home smiling and actually want to go back. What can I do where both parties feel challenged and yet rewarded.
I want so much more out of life yet and I am getting older. Writing is my love but it doesn’t pay the bills. Speaking of writing, I want to thank Susan and Jean for purchasing Dahlia from me today. It makes me feel good that someone thinks I am writing words worthy of reading.
Writing allows me to speak my thoughts, to dream, and think of happy endings. I would still love to teach about MSA. Some days I dream about my phone ringing off the hook with calls asking me to do a photo shoot.
I don’t know my future, but at my age I will keep my eyes open to new doors of opportunities. There is no law that says I have to do the same job that I have done for so many years. God makes all kind of miracles happen. I can be one of those too if I just ask him to show me an open door with my name on it.
Who I am 