These are random musings of my life journey, the people, animals, places, and events which have woven, and continue to weave, a tapestry that is me. We all know there is no real destination, only the ongoing experiences which blend together, creating the trail. Each step gives a glimpse of what is to come, without allowing me to see the end result. It is exciting. I have a home base that is mine, that gives me a place to rest. This is it. This is where my heart is, no matter where I journey...................

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Thoughtful Thursday

The entire life of a human being  depends upon ”yes” and “no” uttered two or three times  between the ages of sixteen and twenty-five.


One of mine was when I said "no" to going to college directly out of high school. It took me twenty more years to decide what I wanted to be when I grew up, but I'm glad I waited. My decision and direction at 38 was much wiser than it would have been at 18, and I never regretted it.

What were your two or three times? Or at least one of them.


  1. The biggest mistake I made was becoming a middle school art teacher. I was no good at "control" and they walked all over me!

    The best job I had was as an instructor for a large book company. I went from company to company teaching adults how to use a really helpful program.

    I can lead if I believe people will benefit from following!

  2. The best job I had, was working at a pharmacy in Chestertown MD. I loved the town and the people I worked with!

  3. I totally agree with you...who REALLY knows what they want to do with their lives when you're only 18 friggin' years old???

    I regret saying yes when I got married...not that I NEVER would've said yes to my PK but I was too young to get married, at least that's how I feel. I was 23...he was 37...he'd already found out who he was but I was just beginning to find myself, you know? I am in no way shape or (ESPECIALLY) form the same person now that I was at 23.

  4. This was a biggie for me. I found out that I was pregnant with my first, Frank. I was broken up with his dad, we weren't married. When I told him, he said that we should get married using the point that the baby should have a last name. Being 19 and very naive at the time I said yes, not thinking that there would have been nothing wrong with My last name. I didn't really want to get married, I just wanted to have the baby and raise it myself. But if I had said No, I never would have had Ginny three years later, who was always the brightest light of my life. Love Di ♥

  5. I threw myself into nursing school right after losing my husband to leukemia. I was 45 at the time and taking control of my life ... or so I thought. I began emailing, chatting then phone calls with an old high school classmate who had lost his wife to cancer shortly after my own loss. He intived me up to Alaska for the summer. I said YES and went. Long story short - God had different plans for both of us and we ended up falling in love and getting married. I'm so glad I said yes!


If you have something to say about it, just stick out your thumb, and I'll slow down so you can hop aboard! But hang on, 'cause I'm movin' on down the road!!! No time to waste!!!