Even today, the shortest of the year, the sun rises. My TV is that I’m watching it do so from the recliner in my office, with a cup of coffee and my dog snoring softly on his bed beside me. From this spot, I can see almost 180 degrees of the mountain ridges surrounding us, at least 20 miles, but nothing man-made that my husband or father didn’t put up with their own hands to shelter me. Across the valleys, I heard an owl settling for the night until about 20 minutes ago, and now someone’s rooster is just starting his morning routine in the distance. It’s a cozy and beautiful start to the solstice, surrounded by warmth, love, and nature.
Even though I am achey and tired, I loaded the dishwasher and did the handwashing. This is a victory for tomorrow-morning-HaH, who will appreciate my fifteen minutes of labour.
One of my favorite feelings is when I’m like “damn, so glad last night me decided to take care of this”
I had to park at the airport for 5 days while I fly to my parents home for Christmas. They must be trying to drum up business at our small local airport for the holidays, since there is a major city/huge airport just 1 hour north. They gave me a 50% off coupon for longterm parking, so it will only be $18 for 5 days!
This is more of a silver lining than a pure victory, but…
This past week I discovered a benefit to continuing to offer services for a client who is pretty far out of my service area (I really like them, so I continue to offer services for them)… the alleys in their neighborhood!!
They live in one of the most affluent areas of town, with a few surrounding blocks that have rentals with students as well. This combination seems to have created the most abundant and lovely trash freebies in the cobblestone streets behind the houses. Last week I grabbed up a brand new metal (and not like crappy galvanized) powdercoated (not painted) yellow watering can.
It’s a weird thing to be excited about, but honestly it’s gorgeous. I passed a ton of nice lumber, beautiful planter boxes, a rocking chair, and a lovely antique headboard.
Alright alright.
I emptied the dishwasher within 24 hours of running it.
I printed photos! At the fancy photo shop! And picked up an obligation gift over lunch to finally finish my holiday shopping
I washed the cat food bowls. I am a good Cat Mum!
I got off the couch and did two of the things on my list. 16 to go before Tuesday afternoon.
Just one gift left to wrap. Need to find out the password for the gift which seems much too hard for now. But my living room is more easily navigated, which is very helpful. And all but one of the gifts for January/February birthdays are acquired. And that one is a gift card to make life easy.
I typed up a plan! If about 10 different variables work out the right way, I might go back to college. Maybe soon, maybe in a few years, when I’m 50 or 51. Is that crazy?
Not crazy. We celebrated a 70th birthday in one of my classes a few years back, and that student graduated a few months later.
My mom started nursing school on her 50th birthday. It was absolutely the right choice for her.
At 4 am my friend’s kid, sometimes called bonus kid at my House, called from a sleepover. She was scared and had an earache. Her mom is in the hospital so she called me.
You guys, I’m the trusted adult. The one she knew would come for her no matter the hour.
I didn’t realize this was an adulting goal for me, but now that it’s achieved I see that it is.
This is beautiful and I’m glad she has you
This is so heartwarming
That makes me feel a lot better. My mom graduated from her physical therapy program at 36, and sometimes mentions how much younger and smarter the other students were, but it was definitely the right choice for her, too.
I started my MBA at 47yo. While many in the class had more relevant experience (all had been in the workforce several years) - I never felt that many of them were smarter than me (this program was not technologically focussed). A few were always smarter than me, a couple of them were older than me (by a year or two), many were smarter than me about some things.
I loved it. It only took two years so I made it out by 49 yo!
@TNT I work with two physicians who went back to medical school as a second career in their late 30s, so didn’t start practicing until close to 50. They both went into it knowing it was a sacrifice from a money standpoint, being out of the workforce for 12 years, but they also palpably love what they do and happen to be two of the best in their field - which I think is directly related to their making the career choice when they did.