Sometimes we make changes in our lives and sometimes changes come about because…well…life happens. Between 2001 and 2010, my writing was going great. New opportunities arose which I jumped into head first. Many of my articles and short stories were published. I also wrote a regular column, was on a panel of judges for two writing contests, was the editor of a newsletter for a library group, and had several speaking engagements. Life was exciting. But then…
The company for which my husband worked enticed hundreds of employees to take early retirement. He took the bait and we moved back to our home town to be with our family. That year, 2010 was an upturning point for my husband. He found work as an instructor at a college. His long-time teaching dream finally came true. Oh, happy bliss - for him.
I, on the other hand, have been sitting rotting at the keyboard since our move. No one wants to hire a sixty-something year old woman even with a college diploma and a university degree, and my creative thoughts have dried up. Even writing this simple blog is painful. Every door that I’ve opened has revealed a brick wall. Will new leaves ever sprout?
Excuse me now – I must fumigate this room. I smell something rotting.