Finding out we can’t sell our home that we don’t live in as we moved into a rental was a smack with a big wave. It was discovered it had mold, we are now paying big mortgage there and big rent here. My work contract starts Monday so it means going in to a new teaching year with financial stress at home.
I’m as happy with myself as I could be. It seems at 48 I’m finally starting to lose my boyish look, now sporting a grey goatee and a bald head, but I’ve grown fairly used to that. I would say that the “mature” years, aka middle age, seemed to come on like a flash flood. There really isn’t any time to scramble for higher ground.
When I was young I used to spend a lot of time in the ocean at the local beach. As the big sets of waves would plow me down, sometimes I’d lose my footing and go tumbling. It was never enough to drown me though. In like manner, these temporary struggles I’m suffering now will pass. I’m luck I have a very supportive and resourceful wife. Sarah and I have been married since 2002. She understands my struggles and disorders and really bridges the gap when it needs to be done. She’s beautiful too.
To make matters just a bit worse, I’m on the way to the dentist to put a crown on a broken molar tooth. What a way to spend a Saturday before school starts. Don’t get me wrong, it was an amazing Summer of rest and rejuvenation. It’s just that this set of waves was unexpected. One thing I have learned in my years is that “this too shall pass.” Hopefully my next entry will not be this somber. What goes down must go up again …