Keeping A Piece For Me

Am living in a house at the top of a mountain.  This house isn't mine, but I am welcome here.

I treasure that.

I am living in a house at the top of a mountain, listening to a dog snore next to me.

It calms me.

Living in this house is temporary, but the peace it brings will resonate beyond my end date.

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This past week has been interesting.  Apparently, I am not one for smooth slow transitions.  Perhaps, I have become too attached to my manual transmission and throw myself into gear and out with the same fierceness.

Met a new friend recently.  I have a lovely crush, which I will keep in my back pocket.  Something to pull out and enjoy alone every so often.  It is so nice to have a new friend.  Especially one with a similar banter line.  ESPECIALLY one who likes to read and I get to introduce lots of lovely new titles too.  Heh, knowing me that last bit is the biggest attraction.

No, this person is lovely.  Smart, yummy and very very clever.  I look forward to our next conversation.  Which won't be for a few days.  Like I said, I need to keep my crush in my back pocket.  Gotta whittle it down some then fold it up nice and neat.  So it slips in easy and I won't make anyone uncomfortable.

Ponderings

How many dreams have we given up as we grew up?  Simple dreams like what you wanted to be when you grew up.  Once I became taller then 4' 7" and could no longer be a jockey (no matter that I barely rode before) or when I realized that the majority of professional dancers have been learning how to do so since they were in elementary school and I just realized I would like to be one of the solid gold dancers on TV in middle school.  And, really, I knew the money isn't there for dance lessons.  Or when I realized that I pass out at the sight of blood so the veterinarian dream isn't going to pan out either.

So then I dreamed of the ivory tower, stacks of books and being surrounded by knowledge.  Researching, writing & publishing brilliance, right? Then reality intrudes of day to day living expenses and frankly, unused knowledge really isn't my bag.  Why talk about things when I could go and see how they actually work in real life.

I guess that is how I ended up on this path to be a social worker.  I just hope nobody bleeds on me.