When labor day ended... and I saw fall up ahead...I tried not to think of it as the road closed.. but as a detour...

 I put my son on the bus... and now what do I do?..I have lots of projects pending.. and lord knows my house needs painting.. and cleaning.. but how do I find my way... on this new journey...I have decided to hang-up my teaching degree for good..so how do you start something new...a new road.. a new direction? Do you just drive?

 

 

 I am a creative person.. so party planning seemed natural.. and I love doing it... but will I make enough money... for my dreams and wishes... or my son's dreams and wishes?

The road is dark right now... I am unable to see where I am going...

 

 I am thankful for the help of the lights ... but I still can't see my destination.. or direction.

 I know some people look spiritually for direction.. but when we get to a crossroad.. only the person inside can really pick the route..

 

Even  if you feel lost in the woods .. and your path is dirt and muddy.. you must pick a direction.. Maybe your path is polished and paved... and you know just the best road to take..

 I feel happy to reinvent myself.. but unsure of which roads lead to my happiness, or my son's happiness..

Is it about making money? spending time with him while he is young?staying put or moving? 

 We kept so busy this summer that I hardly saw the steep road ahead sign.. Now school has started and he has been diagnosed with A.D.H.D and his neurofibromatosis.. I am ready for this but .. the homework obstacles will begin.. and I will need to help him be organized.. the steep road is ahead

 

 It's not a race to the top.. we can learn together.. but I know the road is going to be long.. and I know we will have to take breaks.. and the steps will be many...

 I know I am not reinventing myself for just me.. and maybe that is why it feels like a mountain to climb...

I just want to find my way.. without getting too lost.. along the way.. I want to feel important again... and take in the vast landscape.

 

 

 

 So as I  start my new journey... I will keep this poem in my back pocket... See old friends but meet new ones.. try new things... and play the game.. the only way I know how.. by following new roads.. with new rules...

 

 

 

THE ROAD WE TRAVEL.

The long and winding road of life
Each of us must wander,
May be a road of bumps and turns -
Puzzlements to ponder.

Our road could be a vast landscape,
Or just a shady lane.
Sometimes we take a backward pace
And other times - we gain.

We saunter into Turnberry Street,
Approach old friends and new -
Compare our lives and stay awhile
And cherish friendships true.

In our twilight years, we look back
And view from whence we came.
It matters not if we won or lost,
But how we played the game.

 

I will make my own tracks with the rest of my life.. ones my son can follow

 I will look for the sun even if I see clouds

 I will remember to fuel my passions, my needs and my soul..