Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Beginning Again

Not too long ago I read an article – a collection of case studies, really – about some people who had made life altering decisions in the wake of this country’s economic bust and, by extension, their own personal Armageddons. Their choices were unconventional, creative, and in some cases bold. While the jury was still out for some, others had discovered that – huh! – their lives before hadn’t been working all that well for them anyway. It got me thinking.

I’ve never been much for the American dream of more, bigger, better. All I’ve ever wanted was a quiet, meaningful life. But it can be hard to swim upstream against the current of affluence and extravagance. As a single (divorced) working mother, life has often been a struggle. Still, I’ve been more fortunate than many in my position. I have a roof over my head, enough to eat, a loving son, and if my job isn’t exactly lucrative and the professional satisfaction is waning, I am – at least as of this writing – still employed.

Over the coming year there will be changes in my life whether I do anything or not. My son will leave the nest. In September I will turn 55. The sand is still shifting under the nation’s financial foundation, and a global climate and environmental crisis looms large. Sure seems to me like a good time to make some daring moves. I hope this blog will help me sort out my thoughts and keep me on track along the way. And if, through my experiences, someone else gets a spark of inspiration or some insight into their own situation, then my work here will be done.

I feel it only fair to warn you, this is also my first experience as a serious blogger – I may or may not know what I’m doing. Where appropriate, I promise to change the names to protect the innocent, and I’m pretty sure I won’t be sharing anything here that could potentially pique the interest of Homeland Security. Thus endeth my disclaimer. Come along if you dare ……


1 comment:

  1. I know what you mean about a simple life. I come from a place we call "down home" where life was simple and that has always been me. But it is not always easy to be true to yourself when you are a part of a fabric of people who strive for more.