Go ahead, dream big!

dream bigger

So here I sit at this horribly advanced age (where I’ve been for 26 days) wondering where all the time went.  And why, for Pete’s sake, haven’t accomplished all the things I planned for myself.

Now that I’m practically grown up I am shocked and dismayed that I have only vague ideas of what it is I want. Then it came to be like a bolt out of the dark.  I’ve been working this thing from the outside in, instead of inside out.  I have been doing the external things like picking out new wall paint and eye make-up when I should have been addressing the hole in my soul.. Continue reading

Sunday musings – “Break Out of the Box” Day

out of box

Sunday morning is coming down in glorious technicolor and here I sit in my ugly brown box like a truant confined for bad behavior.  I’m waiting for someone to rescue me but there’s not a soul in sight.  I’d better figure out how to escape before it’s too late.  I’m declaring this “Think outside the box day.” Continue reading

How not to travel ‘old’

BRAKING

Let me make one thing perfectly clear.  I am NOT old despite the number of years I’ve managed to survive.  It’s so unfair that people judge us by the age we’ve been assigned especially when certain mystifying behaviors begin creeping in.

For example. It has come to my attention that I might have begun driving like an old person.  Admittedly I have developed an aversion to interstates. There was a time I used to race across the Mississippi coast on I-10 like a mad woman.  Fear was not in my vocabulary.

Now I try to find two-lane dirt roads for my travels.  There’s never any traffic and I like to shoot photos of old barns which are being reduced in numbers faster than my brain cells.

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Finding courage in unlikely places

fridge

Yesterday I reached one of those milestone years.  Thanks to that world menace, Facebook, now everyone knows which one.  Let’s just say I have 364 days remaining before I enter my 70s.

As I mulled over how to spend this wealth of days, I got a call from my friend who sounded literally on top of the world.  She had discovered the meaning of life in the span of about 35 minutes.

“I finally cleaned out my refrigerator and now I am quitting my job to open my own shop,” she announced. I was so inspired by her discovery of the secret of courage, that I went immediately to my refrigerator and surveyed a world so scary I may stop eating cold food.  I decided to incorporate The One Minute Rule.  For one minute, I did what I could to clean up that toxic waste dump. Continue reading

Let the magic happen

miss tat

Oh gee- evidence that old age is setting in and my modus operandus needs tweaking was indicated when two bits of information came to my attention this week.

The first came from my new friend Richard Grant (author of Dispatches from Pluto which is a must read).  This guy is hilarious but one statement he made over lunch got my attention – Big Time! Continue reading