December 08, 2004

Decisions, decisions, decisions

I am dead in the middle of a major change of some sort in my life. I ain't real sure what change that might be and, as fearless as I am on a usual basis, I am quakin' in my boots wonderin' which way to turn: right, left, north, south, up, down, in or out? I can't decide and don't know where to go for help. I miss my momma. End of report.

[Addendum: I am almost 50 years old and it has been a long long time since I last cried. For some reason, I jes' started to do so. End of addendum.]

Posted by Tiger at December 8, 2004 12:57 AM | TrackBack

Facts they don't tell you:
All major changes are scary.
Everyone wants their momma at some time you think you've outgrown.
Everyone cries, in a quiet pocket of private doubt and despair, every now and then. It's good for you.

And everyone, well, everyone here at The Cheese, sends you a hug and a hankie.

Posted by: LeeAnn at December 8, 2004 09:47 AM

I think it's a good sign that you're wanting your momma. In my book it means you haven't lost the base of who you are, and that the fear you're feeling is completely natural.

But change is a bear, and, as LeeAnn said, all major change is scary.

Posted by: Seuss at December 8, 2004 11:39 AM