I’m Standing at the Door

I’ve had terrible writer’s block. Too many tough things going on in my life the last few weeks. We’ve put our home of 25 years on the market. I’ve had to make some painful decisions about my family, about my future. Let’s just say, I need to get on up to New York and start walking in order to preserve what sanity I have left.

I had a reporter call today. She’d gotten wind of my crazy trek and was interested in pitching a story about it. “Why are you doing this?” she asked. What came out of my mouth surprised even me. I spewed back at her like a lunatic volcano.

“I’ve always wanted to live in NYC.”  ~  “I want to go back to school.”  ~  “I’m dying to be around young, vibrant creative people.”  ~ “I’m trying to hone my social media skills.” ~ “I’ve got a second wind now that my children are in college.” ~ “I want a shot in the arm, career-wise.” ~ “Not sure, am open to wherever this leads me.” ~ “Am dying to see every inch of the city” ~ “I am re-marketing my skills in advertising/marketing” ~ “I needed a new challenge.” ~ “I’ve got this incredible burst of energy all of the sudden.”

Yes, I want something new and challenging for the second half of my life. I believe that when one door closes, another one opens. Well, honey, I am standing at that door with my dancing shoes on. In 2-1/2 weeks I plan to fling it wide open, charge right through it, walk 20+ square miles to the next door, and walk into one of the most incredible experiences you could ever imagine.

I can’t wait.

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