The only person in the building when I arrived was my Senior Host, Cory Marie Podielski and she did a wonderful job welcoming me to my home for the next four months. I had happy flashbacks of my days as a Resident Assistant when I saw how she decorated my door. . . . ….
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(A thought)
There comes a point where you’re tired of preparing and just want to start already. I’m there.
On Leaving Jobs
“I hate my job,” she said. “So quit,” I said. “People would think it’s ridiculous to leave a job in this economy,” she said. “Um…you realize you’re talking to someone who does things other people think are ridiculous all the time, right?” “Yeah,” she laughed. “But if I quit, I’d lose my retirement benefits. Maybe…
A Week Off
I am happy to report that there are still places in the US that have no cell phone coverage. And even happier to report that I am sitting in one of them. I’m currently in a log house on the Hiwassee River in Hayesville, North Carolina. For an entire week, no less. The idea for…
29 Gifts – Mission Accomplished:)
They say it’s better to give than to receive. But last year, the pressure of giving the “right” gift got to me…that, combined with the fact that I feel I own all I need as it is, led me to bow out of our family holiday gift-giving last Christmas. But since then, I’ve thrice attempted…
A Successful Life
“As I was lying in bed this morning, I said to my husband, “How do you know you’ve had a successful life?: When 80 people come out in a blizzard for your birthday party.” One of my mother’s friends said this to me the morning after we threw a surprise 60th birthday party for my…
Freedom from Stuff
“Ugh. I have so much stuff,” I said to my mother on the phone this morning. She laughed. “You have too much stuff?” she said. “You have the least amount of stuff of any of us.” “I know,” I said. “And it’s still too much!” When I first told my parents of my idea to…
To Sell or Not To Sell: My Piano
“But maybe when you come back you’ll want it – but it might be too expensive to buy another one,” said my youngest sister. She was talking about the regrets I might have if I sold my piano in my effort to fund a year of traveling. I’d heard the argument before. From my mother. …
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