Chronicles of a Shoemaker's Daughter

My shoes don't fit any more. Literally. I still wear the same size, but somehow my old shoes don't seem to fit. Ironically, my whole life seems to be playing out much like the lack of fit between my footwear and my aging peasant feet. What a great metaphor. I suppose I could go out and just buy a bunch of new shoes. Or I can stop and reflect on what is really going on with my feet. Is this a temporary situation? Or something that I must take more seriously? In reflecting on footwear and where my feet have taken me over the last few years, I have also been reflecting on my life journey. My choices over the last 6 years have forever altered not just the direction of my life, but also who I am fundamentally, as a person. But, you know that old say, "watch out what you wish for?" As I grow closer to achieving my goals, I have been plagued by a lack of fit between myself and parts of my environment. I am struggling with "fitting in" in certain scen...

Dear Mr. Murphy: I used to scoff at your laws. Now I have one simple request - can you please stop collaborating with Ms. Karma? I need a little break to get me through this deadline! Cheers, from me and my Mac ... I am sending a plea out to the universe to get me through this week ... and through these next few months. How much new learning can this middle-aged brain really deal with? Well, that question is being put to the test in some serious ways. I suddenly feel so much more tech-savy today than I did a mere 6 month ago. But, I have paid for it in stress and sweat. Going back to grad school at age 50+ is already challenging enough, but I wasn't counting on all sorts of technological hiccups. When my reliable PC decided to implode during my final assignment for my first course last October, I decided to invest in a MacBook Pro. But first, I resorted to my little laptop PC to get me to Christmas. The plan was to purchase a new laptop after the holidays. And then co...