Starting Over

For the few who actually read (or used to read) my blog, it’s quite apparent that I have taken a hiatus from writing this past year. I can’t believe it’s been so long since my last post, but my life has been a whirlwind of transition this past year, and my writing (or lack thereof) ended up as one of the first casualties. (That and my diet).

While some of you might be thinking that journaling during life-changing transitions could be good for the soul, I assure you I was not in a good state of mind to blog. If I had, I feel certain it would have become a puke-fest of whining and complaining interspersed with dark poetry that didn’t rhyme. Depressing, huh?

Don’t get me wrong; this past year has not been all bad. We have so much in which to be thankful. We have a beautiful new house minutes away from our kids and grandkids. God has blessed both of us with jobs that exceeded our expectations. We have had a good time exploring our city and spending time with family and friends who visit. It truly is a blessed and wonderful life.

But the journey has been difficult and scary at times. Job uncertainty, schedule changes and financial adjustments are difficult for people in their fifties! I’ve told friends, I’ve never worked harder for less money in all my life.

And then there was the temporary housing situation. Our family was gracious and generous to house and feed us while we were in transition but it did take a toll on my ego (being 55 living in my parent’s basement).

One of the most stressful elements of our transition has been the physical move. We ended up renting 4 different moving trucks, moving into two storage units and one temporary apartment before finally getting into our new home six months after selling our house in St. Louis. When we finally got settled, I told my kids we were here to stay. They would have to move us out next time, feet first.

So here I am, 56-years-old, starting over. Starting over with a new home, a new city, new jobs and a new outlook. I hope to get back to blogging on a regular basis, nipping this elusive writer’s block in the bud once for all. Thanks for hanging in there with me. Thanks to all my friends and family who have supported me on this crazy journey. I count each of you as cherished blessings this year as I have found myself starting over. But my greatest, most cherished blessing is my wife, Sally who has been by my side each step of the way these past 33 years. You have given up so much, putting your own dreams and desires aside in order to follow me all over the country. I love you very much and thank you for loving me through the ups and downs of our journey together.