I am so ready for a change and yet it panics me. I want to sell all our cars, I want to sell our house and move, I want to study and start a new career, am I mid-lifer or what? I love our home, yes it has problems and when I think of moving I panic. I raised my children here. I love my job, but more money and a more professional job would be great. Ok, I hate my cars. That would not cause me any pain to change. Is it the fall weather that is making me want to jump into crazy decisions? Who knows?
But just for today, I will dust the home I own, drive the beater to work, and enjoy my simple job. I am feeling the pressure of time and age, I think. Squash it down and drink more water.
Time,
Time,
Time, see what’s become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities.
I was so hard to please.
Look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Hear the Salvation Army band.
Down by the riverside’s
Bound to be a better ride
Than what you’ve got planned.
Carry your cup in your hand.
And look around.
Leaves are brown.
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Hang on to your hopes, my friend.
That’s an easy thing to say,
But if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend that you can build them again.
Look around,
The grass is high,
The fields are ripe,
It’s the springtime of my life.
Seasons change with the scenery;
Weaving time in a tapestry.
Won’t you stop and remember me
At any convenient time?
Funny how my memory skips
Looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme.
Drinking my vodka and lime,
I look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Simon and Garfunkel