Facing a transition, it becomes apparent that the resistance to what may be has brought to mind numerous “What If?” questions.

As well as the wondering, “What Could I Have Done Differently?” - which, when you think about it, is simply another view of resistance, but, as seen from the past.

This consideration of the path taken to this point in time, it is as if all of this pondering can make a difference, can somehow stop the momentum…but, the underlying fact is that what will be, will be. Que Sera, Sera.

And while going about daily life, with this questioning, pondering and ruminating…the thought FINALLY comes to mind. This residence has never been MINE, instead, it is the home of another family, and I was just a visitor here.

When I decided to “become a Resident” and turn in my Georgia driver’s license and obtain my Florida one, it was with the HOPE that I’d be living here, as a Villager, for “at least a year”. That was in September of 2010. There was never any certainty of permanence… and, my “future” here was always dictated by the remaining family member who resides here.

As it turns out, my “future” was also dictated by my responses to the environment… It is dictated by my repeated attempt to reach a goal, which all along, has been to help bring about the betterment of another…that is my definition of my actions. And it is this quest for maturation of another which ultimately is the same thing which could bring about the loss of a very nice place to live.

All that was required to maintain this “home”, was to accept the unacceptable…secondhand smoke, doors left unlocked during the night, unexpected crumbs and sticky surfaces, interrupted sleep, etc.

And yet, the positive results of the months of striving for someone else’s maturity (smoking outside, doors now locked more often than not, cleaning up after eating or snacking without being asked, just to name a few of the accomplishments) may lend to the benefit of the next resident who takes my place…and, the reporting of the ups and downs over these past 18 months may no longer be required…if so, my goal was met.

Even if it means that my time in this house is finished.

I have offered to stay on, but haven’t heard anything one way or the other…

Do I start looking for another place? Do I move away? Do I..?

There is a C&W song…and I borrow the words of Clint Black when I write…”I’m leaving here a better man”. Perhaps, the next “roommate” will be grateful for the effort, will be grateful FOR that “better” man.

Perhaps it will be ME who is grateful?

A sign?

Or, just a cardinal atop a stop sign post?

While in limbo, waiting for news of a decision regarding my living arrangements, I’m offered the chance to spend 2 months house-sitting on Costa Rica…

This after promising to see through to the outcome of the decision…meaning that I’m not free to take advantage of such an offer…

Timing.

Bad timing.

Or is it?

Maybe just a glimpse of the opportunities that lie ahead??

Women Are Angels

And when someone breaks our wings….

We simply continue to fly….on a broomstick…

We are flexible like that ….

The comic showed the son walking into the room where his Momma is sitting…he says “I applied for a job today!”

She replies, “Really, how did it go?”

He says, arms spread wide, “Well, first I presented myself…”

She says, “Yes..??

He points to himself and says, “Then I told them about myself…”

She says, “Yes..?  Yes..? Go on…”

He stands looking at her and she says ” - What was your third mistake?”