How I’d love to climb up on a real horse and not just the figurative one of my blog. And as luck would have it, here in my new home, still in the western half of the U.S. but not on the west coast, there is a park relatively nearby where one can rent and ride horses, during the right seasons of course. As serendipity would also have it, today at my relatively new job at the local thriftstore, one of my customers purchased some cool cowboy boots. Now I’m not generally a fan of cowboy boots, but these ones weren’t the shiny, flashy especially pointy ones. The leather had a more matte than shiny finish, without being suede. They, of course, were not brand new, but would suit this customer’s purposes just fine as she planned to wear them to ride her horse. She’s my age or older and when i mentioned that I used to ride a bit and really loved it and would like to maybe ride again, she just smiled warmly. So those boots of hers and her kind of encouraging response got me thinking again about getting up on a real horse maybe sometime during this year of 2014
Then there’s this blog horse that I’m finally getting back up on tonite 18 days into 2014… In the midst of my move I misplaced my password and went thru some hoops to finally get back into my blog. I’ve thought a number of times over the past months of things that struck me as good subject matter for a blogpost. So finally I have my accessibilty reestablished…..will make it much easier to get those thoughts developed into something a bit more substantial.
Yet another horse I’ll be climbing back on this year is the school horse. On the last three days of this month I’ll be taking a three-day all day class towards my certification to become an addictions counselor. Plus I got back up on the full-time work horse almost three months ago when I started my job at the ARC thrift store. I realized, not long after starting to work there, that the whole cashier thing is something I really thought cool as a child. So, although this job is nothing special, turns out I am fulfilling one of my career dreams from my childhood. It doesnt’ pay a living wage, but thanks to a unique situation I, newly divorced, my daughter and our pooch, are living in a house owned by a family member, paying minimum rent but taking care of it while she has to be in another part of the country. Between the job and the living situation I am in a decent position for getting this school thing addressed in a reasonably timely fashion.
So it’s been an incredibly busy6-8 months. I have made a lot of the changes of which I spoke initially in earlier blogposts and, contrary to my fears about leaving the lush northwest, I am finding that I really love this new place I and my daughter and our dog have landed. There are wonderful parks all over where my dog and I take walks, and abundant sunshine, something I hadn’t realized I’d missed as much as I had until we got out from under the cloud cover as we traveled east. Even better my daughter, a ninth grader in her first year of highschool is THRIVING! She’s doing well academically and socially and still doing her art. I think the more abundant sunshine is having a very positive influence on her as well.
So here it is: My first blogpost in at least six months and the first one in the new year.
Stay tuned for further developments….
Today starts my second quarter of being in school after being out of school for 25 years. I’m doubling up on my credit load, 10 instead of 5 credit hours and feeling some trepidation about it but I think I can manage it, though it will be stretching and working all kinds of “muscles” of the non-body variety in ways beyond which they’ve grown accustomed over the past 14 years. For those past years I was initially a completely “stay at home” mom and then a part-time stay at home mom. So on top of not being full-time in the workforce for many years, a move across the country and the down-turn of the economy, that occurred two years into our relocation, have made getting gainfully employed full-time, without the benefit of further education, beyond my reach… apparently. Thanks in part to the encouraging nudges of a very significant person in my life, who is not my husband, I finally dredged up the hope that I might be able to grow some confidence in myself by getting training in an occupation that is in demand, one which I think I will enjoy and to which I feel I am well suited.
So I’m traveling down this road that will hopefully lead me to a place where I can become independent of a marriage that has been good, sadly, for really just one thing, though that one thing is a huge and wonderful thing, our daughter. I stuck around in this marriage initially because her dad is, though not a good partner or friend, a very good father. I relocated with him to where we’ve lived for the past six years to keep my daughter’s family intact and because I’d always wanted to live in the Pacific Northwest(always being since I visited here at the age of 20). For the past two and a half + years I’ve stayed because it’s been financially impossible to do otherwise without completely disrupting my daughter’s life by taking her away from the home she’s come to love and one or the other of her parents.
Suffice it to say it is quite a long and complicated story and I’ve never been any good at the short and sweet version of things, so more of the background will just have to wait til another time. My whole point is that at 52 years of age I’m hoping to become a big-time blooming late bloomer and to show myself and my daughter that 52 is NOT to old to begin making some very important dreams come true.