My last Sunday to write this blog for 2018. How fast things have moved since I lost my job. Time before that seemed to go very slow most of the time. All the pups are curled up in a different spot sleeping. The three Pittys have been covered up. It’s early. Maybe too early but it doesn’t feel wrong.
I may be bringing in the new yea with a new writing project. I am afraid to share details because when I do I usually drop the ball and don’t follow through. I will say that it is a biography. A lot of research will need to be done but it will be enjoyable because I care about my subject. It is a big leap for me and I have no place to publish but I figure I will worry about that when I get close to completion.
I am watching the new day dawn as I write this. The clouds go from a dark blue grey to a soft purple, then a creamy off white, to a gentle peach and finally a fluffy pink. I am grateful to have this time, this moment. I hear from almost everyone how bad this past year has been. Seldom do you hear about the good anymore. Instead of going on about how hard it was losing my job of 15 years I just tell people that it was a year of change. Things changed, both good and bad, but the things that changed needed to. My jib was not the best for me mentally nor physically but I was a big fish in a small pond and comfortable. This was the only way I was going to move out of my comfort zone.
I am both excited and scared at what the future may be. But I’ll never know unless I live it. I have very little regrets in my life. I don’t need to start now.