So many plans, so many aspirations. So many dreams, so many hopes. And then the powers that be look down and say, “Wait a minute little lady, nice going, but don’t think you’re getting to them quite yet.” I’d like to tell you a fable, a moral, to behold. The players many, the roles defined. Time is of the essence, so I’m told. The roots firmly set, keeping us grounded, and then those rainbows, tempting us to dream that dream
Schooling came, with its twists and turns. Early childhood certificate, BA in hand. Then multiple subject credential, add a Masters to the band! Education set, but learning never done. Family, husband, kids and so that journey goes. Highs, lows unfold and mostly told. Grandkids, blessings shine on us. Job, found my space, my place. I’m good, staying put. Travel the world, so much to see, check list ✅ some boxes done. Bucket list for retirement, twist and turns, not quite the dream come true.
Then one day reality hits. Dreams are good, reach high I say, never know, you may touch the sky. The waning years, the aches and pains, the friends who meet, fewer then before. Dining out we have our talks, not always cheery, not so upbeat. Then one laughs, “We are like the old-fogies, we said we’d never be!” We chuckle, then back to medicines and doctor visits, once more.
This not a fable, I’ve told. How great, so BOLD to say this journey still unfolds. 
Thinking about our kinders as risk takers (academic and otherwise), decided to be one today. A different post.
The road traveled 