Golden afternoon delight. Those October days when it still feels like summer but the sun and the colors and the wind swirl into one of those magical days when what you REALLY want to be is an artist mixing your paints.
And, because you’re not that kind of an artist, you push your husband outside with his camera and say, “Take pictures for me!”
It’s the time of day when the 9-5 ers are still at work and the kids have clambered off the school buses and disappeared into theirs or each others houses.
And, it has been years since my own world revolved around the 2:45PM arrival of my son’s school bus.
There was a time – when he was still in school – that I left the neighborhood to become one of those small business entrepreneurs. I attended early-morning meetings, ran to afternoon and evening networking events; traveled to conferences and got REALLY good at making what I liked to call “life-changing introductions” for other small business people.
It was a good time and it served its purpose.
The purpose of all of THAT was to get me here. Back to the neighborhood. Back to my dogs. Back to my writing. Back to the Things That I Want to Do.
That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it! [gplus count=”true” size=”Medium” ]