God is good. And He don’t like ugly.
J. Grice, as herself.
Yes, Virginia, there is life after The Morning Call, and quite a good one, I must say. According to my friend Ed, I have officially joined The Morning Call Alumni Association. Membership includes the perk of no longer having to shoot Friday night football, fires, or fatal accidents, and I don't have to drive 80 miles a day looking for a feature of some kid playing on playground equipment--hallelujah! I'm free!
(Hurricane Hannah is passing through, dropping buckets of rain, as you can see from the photo.)
This blog (what a horrid word that is) is my way of working through the trauma/elation of deciding to quit my job and take an early, early retirement. I am not retired by any stretch of the imagination. Feeding content to a website is a lot of work, but the difference is that now I am working for myself. I no longer have the "evil mother" over my head telling me I'm not good enough and will never be good enough because...well, just because.
I am mining such a rich vein of untapped potential within myself. For the first time in my life I feel like I can be whatever I want to be and no one is going to tell me I can’t anymore. I changed careers because I could not go on living the way that I was, waiting to be hit. The past is the past. It’s time to start living and become what God intended me to be.
On the home front, things are progressing nicely, although the medical tests continue. Last week I swallowed a camera, an Olympus capsule camera that travels through your digestive system taking two frames a second. A data recorder stores the pictures on a hard drive which you wear on your belt. After eight hours, you turn in the data recorder and in a day or two you just poop the camera out. How cool is that? I have severe anemia and the doctors are trying to find out why. But truth be told, I am sick of tests.
So the future is rosy, the past is the past and it's time to move on.