There is so much change in the air, I feel as if I am a stationary island, with a hurricane blowing three-hundred and sixty degrees around me at a Category Five force. Places that were once stable are now wobbly and filled with vacillation. My life chess pieces feel as if they have been thrown into the space station, with zero gravity forces at play.
I need a puppy.
I have been writing about Mother Nature's impending change and how the geese are demonstrating behaviors that clearly say, "Fall is approaching." The past twenty-four hours have shown that Mother Nature can and does change her mind on a whim, with little or no advance warning. Checking the weather forecast for the next three days reveals a totally different outlook than just twelve hours ago.
I recently overheard another woman announce, "I am a very important person." She was not kidding. I thought a lot about this statement and I realized, two nights ago, that is one of the things I missed the most about being employed with a resultant paycheck.......the feeling of importance. Even now, places in my life where I once had influence are now, naturally, closing their doors to the need - or maybe even desire - for input from me. I guess this is a natural flow of life. Consequently, and conversely from the woman's statement the other night, I am becoming less important.
Even in areas where I am still involved, I can feel my importance and influence waning. New sheriffs are in town, with new and different ideas, and I am realizing that ideals and ideas that I have long held as dear and vital are no longer seen as crucial, necessary, or desirable. I feel like the last brontosaurus on earth, watching the landscape morph into one that is foreign and unfriendly to me and those of my age and ilk.
The times they are a-changin'. I would get on board the new train, but they are not selling tickets to brontosauri like me. Perhaps I should start a sanctuary for brontosauruses.
Ancora imparo
