Nineteen years ago, I got into into my Jeep. It was late. I was tired. I had too much on my plate: raising two active and involved boys, a job, horrible Northern Illinois winter weather, and the beginning stages of divorce.
I shoved the key into the ignition and started the Jeep.Then, the radio (pre-Sirius) sprang to life with this song. It became a motivational song for me: No matter what was going to be thrown in my direction, I needed to pick myself and my emotions up off the road and get on with life.
I didn’t realize when I heard it that that the song had been recorded some fourteen/fifteen years earlier in 1983 – the same year I had gotten married. And now, in 1998, it was back on the radio.
I think it’s great how music has the ability to be the firecracker that gets us in motion.
Thanks for coming over again today for coffee.
I want to share with you some changes I want to make in the Cafe and see what you think about them.
I am retired, but I hate the word “retired.” It makes me feel old. It makes me feel like I have given to the world, and that I should now sit back and let the world revolve. Sorry. That won’t happen anytime soon. Continue reading “CONVERSATIONS OVER COFFEE”
I found today’s tidbit poster on my Facebook page. It fits me and it fits my new year.
We have breakfast on Monday mornings with a group of people. One of the gentlemen marvels at the spiral notebook I always have with me, and teases me about writing everything down. I felt so conscious about it that I tried to function without it. It doesn’t work.
This week’s Tuesday Tidbit is about planning.
I have to admit it. I AM A PLANNER. Continue reading “TO PLAN, OR NOT TO PLAN”