Another week concluding with another Friday.
The end before another beginning.
Seven days closer to assuming room temperature.
Thoughts swirl, questions center on dashed hopes.
Haunted by the questions at 0300.
Building bridges to places that don’t exist and probably never will.
Maybe life would be better as a rodeo clown?
Who among us has never had these thoughts?

Photo taken at a rodeo, several years ago
This has to be one of my favorite dialogues with my self. After retirement I am trying to find new directions and even after a full year I am still praying for guidance.
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It’s very difficult isn’t it Joyce? Suddenly the job you loved that filled the thoughts of so many of your waking hours has gone.
One day towards the end of it, you’ll realise that time has run away with you and you haven’t done all you wanted to do because you’ve been too busy to do it!
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