It seems that I'm being pushed right to the edge (and out) of this particular scene I've been part of for eighteen years, since I first moved to Marvelous Marin County from Silicon Valley after my first husband died.
I have a clear sense that I've got to move on, leave this picture and go into a new one. But what's on the other side of the door in this picture, a door that absolutely feels like it's closing?
A promised land filled with marvelous opportunities? A garden of Eden? A Disney-style fantasy with darling woodland creatures and singing elves?
Or a bleak landscape with boarded-up cabins, miles and miles of tumbleweed and cacti, and not another person in sight?
Although I've been doing some of my best work lately, and have several very interesting editing and writing projects on the horizon, it seems like my efforts aren't enough...to keep us from being caught up what has been called the greatest recession since the Depression started. We are struggling!
I could feel my spirits going down into the basement yesterday when I realized that we are probably going to have to move to a less expensive location, that some of our long-held dreams will have to be put on hold even longer, and that it's taking tremendous effort just to hold on through this maelstrom.
But then my extraordinarily high SQ (Silliness Quotient, as those of you who are readers of my posts know) came onto the scene. I thought to myself, "Well, you've been on this earth for over seven decades. You've survived earthquakes, ornery bosses, bad hair days, and eight years of George W. Bush. Surely you can make it through this economic crunch until a brighter day comes."
And you know what? I still feel as if I'm being pushed to the edge, but I'm just stubborn enough to...push back! Linda Power!