Reassessing Where I'm At

Good morning Blogspot. Now that I'm totally back in California, it's a bit overwhelming. Just looking at the amount of boxes and "stuff" I've accumulated is astonishing. Oh, a bit of history. I've graduated with a MSBA from Colorado State in 12/09 and left my apartment contents in a storage facility. If you could image graduating a week before Xmas during snow season and clearing out an apartment. Needless to say, I threw my personal belongings into storage, flew back to central California for the holidays, flew back to CO to maybe find a job but didn't, then drove back in my Honda with my cats to start again as a single, educated, middle-aged, childless, Pacific Islander woman. I swore I'd come back some day when I could afford it to get my 'stuff' from Colorado.

Fast forward: Through a comedy of trials and tribulations, my stuff made it from CO to CA and finally to the dining room (this could be a movie!). Yes, da dining room. I've got 3 different sizes of boxes, excluding cardboard boxes covering the patio window. My roommate Stacey is going to have a fit when she gets back from her working vacation. What the hell was I thinking when I went off to grad school. Well, I was going through a divorce in 2008, needed to get away from CA, and immersed myself in my education (people, planet, profit)...something I should have finished a few generations ago. Better late than never, because going nowhere ever is where I felt where I was going. Retirement? What's that?

In taking a step back from the materialism of it all, these were things I thought I needed. In retrospect, the correct word is wanted. Heck, I haven't seen this stuff in over 1.5 years. Okay, I admit, I really missed my comfy bed and my cats remembered it too. Many of my items are nice-ities and some of clothing I can't fit into. That's a bone of contention with me because I can't afford what I really want and the stuff I do like...well, you know already.

Then it occurred to me, I've lost that inner spark, plain and simple. Just being honest. It's the truth to my stalemate. What gets me going are the true friends and family that surround me. I'm very fortunate to live modestly in the beautiful Monterey Bay and am open to relocation wherever my new career takes me.

So, what I'm really saying is I'm sick of being sick on many levels. One of those levels is clearly shown in the movie "Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead" by Joe Cross. My part time career as an educator is personally rewarding but nowhere close to break even financially. Well, there's hope. My latest fortune cookie says "Remember three months from this date. Good things are in store for you." God help me. I believe she works wonders!

Folks, yesterday was 7-7-2011. Even rhymes, just say it out loud. Let the adventure begin.