THE JOURNEY: Mid life....sounds so stuffy and permanent. You hear a lot about it but what is it really? To a twenty year old mid life is probably thirty. Really, think back to when you were twenty. Yea, your thinking it. I always thought that mid life was half way to the rocking chair on the porch that Barb and I were going to share in retirement. Perspective changes quickly. So now what? Do I have a crises? And what is a crises anyway? Is it where you push important people in your life away from you by becoming so complex that the baggage you are carrying to the terminal would weigh down three porters let alone one? Is it a crises when you picture yourself on a Harley going across country after you've sold everything off just to write a book about people you meet along the way? Is it a crises when you suddenly shave the beard off that has been attached to your face since the Nixon years? I think crises makes it sound like your in jeopardy of loosing your mind instead of taking control of it. Sometimes what may appear to be a rash change to some really is just the taking back of control in ones life and nothing else. It takes a leap of faith to get to the top of the mountain. I can tell you that a death in your life can profoundly shake up the world as you know it. Also I can tell you that shaving your beard off can get a conversation going with the people around you, especially the youngest daughter who has never seen your chin before. Remember what I said about mid life to a young person. I rest my case.


PURPOSE


MY INTENDED PURPOSE IN LIFE
WAS TO GROW OLD GRACEFULLY
WITH THE ONE I LOVE

FATE HAD ANOTHER PLAN
TO CHANGE THAT OUTCOME
FROM DESTINY TO CONFUSION

OTHER PLANS EMERGED
CREATING HOPE THAT WAS LOST
AND GOALS THAT ARE SHARED

A SINGLE MOMENT IN TIME
CHANGED THE LIVES FOREVER
TO BE BIGGER AND MORE BEAUTIFUL
THEN THE ORIGINAL PLAN EVER INTENDED