I can’t seem to catch my breath for all the running. We made a crazy sudden decision in August 2017 to move across country in one month so I could start school. I drove my truck from the Atlantic to the Pacific, then slept in it for two months as I started working part time and studying fulltime for a Master’s in counseling.
Mid-semester I flew back and drove Kimberly and all our belongings 15 hours a day as I banged out a research paper in the hotel rooms each night. The sprint did not slow as I pushed to get through my studies as quickly as possible and begin my internship, 3000 hours of counseling to earn my license so that I could get a real job before our savings were all gone. When our rent went up dramatically, we realized we needed to buy a house, a very involved process for someone with 4 income streams as I was working at Home Depot part time, working for two counseling organizations, and running my own counseling business. We could only afford a fixer-upper in this market, so immediately after buying the house this spring, all my free time has been consumed with fixer-upping.
I keep waiting for things to settle down so that I can get back to a normal routine, including blogging, but I have realized in the last couple of weeks that things may never slow down. Perhaps this is my final dash to the end of life and I must simply make time now for things I value. I hope to be more present here going forward.
Janathan Grace Reflections 
Ah, Jana. I am just now beginning to adjust my mental state to re-think all the stuff I have wanted to do and accomplish and be and see and experience…….. and now my body is sort of falling apart …. limiting what I can do, how much of it I can do, how long at a time I can do it during the day. I’m finally accepting the irrevocable weight of realities and I’m trying to start jettisoning ….. some stuff….. but mostly mental stuff (though physical stuff too) about what I want to do, get done, finish, start….. I seem to have made it to 73 years old ignoring, sidestepping and avoiding the realities of my body …. and how long any and all my initial plans take to accomplish….. as well as the hours in a day (I plan for and try to get 36 hours out of a day ) …… It’s a very personal journey, planning for what is most important to focus on in the realistically calculated possible actual number of years left in which to do it……. So glad you are posting again! …. I will totally understand (and identify with!) if you don’t actually manage to write and post like you used to…… adjustments…. adjustments….. and the future (starting with tomorrow — no an hour or two from now)) is “a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma” (googled that and it was said by Sir Winston Churchill…… lots of love and kisses to all there…. Mardi
Yeah, I had to go to urgent care yesterday because Friday I bent over to pick up my briefcase and couldn’t stand up again, back or hip with screaming pain. Age is coming for us all!
omg! yeeeks! argghh! did he/she give you enough meds to at least knock out the pain?