On Tuesday, a conference call that would have been an update of what I have done, ended with "I don't think it will work", "I need someone who is next door to me". He did indicated what his expectations were, which is a committed half time, half time is left to play with colors, words, and other stuff.
I wondered if was going to work, just to set up, access the databases, and other stuff, took even my personal time. He thought I was a whiz with numbers, little did he know that I thrive more on colors and words. Sure I know my ptri even my abc, but it is so easy to get lost in this activity. I can't be captivated by it, so in between gross margins and labor revenue I find myself thinking of other things.
That is the consulting world dear readers, but wait I am digressing here. My point is, while I am realizing that it is going to be a difficult endeavor, having to travel to SAC on a regular basis, I was hurt that it was taken away from me. After a few moments of self recrimination, I dusted myself off, I know that it is Lordy all along, for how can I think of other things, my RCIA article for example, and such other things that constitute life.
Pride is all there is, guilty as charged.
Aging with joy...jauncing through life, like it's the first time, a great discovery, sharing experiences about my life as an elderly woman. There is joy in aging indeed, there is wisdom earned. The wisdom to believe, to cook brazenly and to eat wisely.
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