Change has never been my favorite thing. I am slow at adapting. I get comfortable in my routine and resist revising it. But change happens in spite of my protests. Children grow up, parents age, friends come and go . . . sometimes you just have to roll with it.
I've worked at many different jobs in the last 35 years, including bank teller, day care provider, medical records clerk and, my favorite, librarian. With the exception of the five years at the library, none of them have been my "dream" job. When asked what they want to be when they grow up, does any child dream of being a bank teller? But life rarely ends up as we dream at age 18. The string of jobs provided me with some of my best friends, a wider view of the world, experience for the next job and, of course, helped provide some extras for our family. I was blessed to get to stay home with my babies for many years, but time keeps moving on and now those babies are both college students, and our two grandsons live three states away and need airplane tickets to come visit. A little extra income is a good thing.
But, every good thing comes with a trade off. More time at work means less time for sewing and crafting . . . and blogging . . . and visiting blogs. Some things will have to be cut down or eliminated completely, but I will eventually adapt and create a new routine. If, for a while, I am a little scarce on line, please be patient. Times, they are a-changin'!
Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don't criticize when you can't understand.
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command.
Your old road is rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand,
For the times, they are a-changin'.