I wish I could write well. My husband writes such clever things! So does one of my co-workers. I feel so inadequate when it comes to writing. I feel as though words are not my friend. I enjoy reading them…but even that is not what it used to be. It is incredibly sad that things we did enjoy no longer hold our interest.
Several years ago I retired from education and my husband gave me a motorcycle safety training class as my retirement gift. All my life I had wanted to have my own motorcycle and ride in the wind! After 1 day in the class I left in tears. My dream was crushed. It made me see that I was not the person I used to be. What I had thought I had wanted was not what I really wanted. I found it another time when I decided to take accounting classes at the local technical school. I couldn’t quite grasp the material. Was I too old? Did I really not care that much anymore? Had I just continued to carry these desires with me through the years?
Life scares me sometimes.
