It’s interesting how perspectives change given a few years. No matter what I know things are going to work out, some how, some where my life will change and I will always adapt.

I posted in a forum, probably in the wrong thread since I’m notorious for doing that, how I’m relocating yet again & was wondering if anyone was from Kentucky, knew of anything in that area, and my concerns about finding a job. I did not make it a sob fest story b/c everyone moves eventually but I got an interesting response on how my thread was not a problem… I’m not bashing the person who posted it—in fact, it was a valid statement. I didn’t make it seem like a problem so I can completely relate to the individual who was trying to help.

It made me think though… About how at one point in my life I was crying and screaming because I didn’t have a date to the Valentines Day dance and how it was “The worst day of my life” as my parents keep reminding me. Or how I flipped a car three times and crawled out with only a huge bump on my arm and more worried about being in trouble than the fact that I could’ve been killed. I even remember when riding horses and worrying about a boy talking to me took up the majority of my thoughts instead of school work and bills. How no matter how cool my parents were they knew nothing—only to find out I was insanely clueless and they guided me in the right direction.

My problems now are not huge, they are not incredible but they are my own. Paying bills is a large concern because frankly, it’s hard to make a living in the “real world” without making a living working. Relocating several times at my age makes it hard on someone to get a career, stay stable in contributing to funds, and also it burdens creativity as well. I find myself crying about leaving a house I put so much effort into, not because it’s the most incredible house in the entire world—it’s humble I know, but it’s the first home my husband and I have owned and we put a lot of love into it only to leave it. To leave this city, which has been both kind and horrible to us. To leave newly found friends and venture into new territory. It’s intimidating but not impossible. We’ve done it several times before and we will do it several more times before our lives end.

So I wonder if I’ll laugh @ myself in the future of how I cried over moving while I’m upset over raising a family and fighting menopause. *chuckles*

I guess we all long for the worries of our youth, no matter how old we get.