...and that is life. That's enough Paul Lawrence Dunbar for one day. I'm in a bit of a weird mood. I am definitely stuck in a rut. I think a move and a career change would be good for me, but perhaps not as good for my family. I'd also miss our little church group terribly. So I'm probably going to be here for a while longer. I like the area; there are plenty of lakes, small mountains, smiling faces, decent food, and I love being in a college town. However, I feel stagnant, like I've been stuck in the mud for the past 18 years. Everyone around me is progressing - graduating, finding meaning in what they do, finding jobs that match their passions, building homes, preparing for retirement... I don't feel like I'm growing at all - especially professionally. Of course, graduation would probably change that feeling, but graduation's not on the horizon. As a matter of fact, the grant that funds me is up in April/May, so a career decision might already have been made for me. We'll see. Just in case, I've dusted off the resume and I've begun checking to see what's out there in the job market. I'm particularly interested in forensic lab/DNA testing labwork. We have a Genetics Center about an hour from here that does prenatal testing, but I'm not interested in dealing with the ethical issues associated with that line of work. Let's just see how things go.
At least I've begun to exercise a little lately. I've discovered that middle-aged professional men are the best basketball players in the world, and there's an inverse relationship between the amount of grey hair they possess and their desire to run non-stop the entire game. Now I always try to defend the youngest-looking person on the other team. My knees ache afterward anyway though. This getting older is not all it's cracked up to be.
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Yea, we all have to grow old...but I'm going kicking & screaming all the way!
And unfortunately, we do not have M. Jordan's (yep, I'm still mourning our Heels losing...) athletic prowess and money to make it work for us when our knees start betraying us.
I bet I know you - where did you attend services when you lived in eastern North Carolina? I attended WCG in Jacksonville, then Wilmington when it split into New Bern/Wilmington, so I wonder if we might have crossed paths or know some of the same people. I'm with UCG now in another part of the country, but always like connecting with likeminds.
Hang in there...they say age is all in the mind! Let's hope that's true!
Anonymous, I was never in WCG. I joined GCG in '98 shortly before the GCG/LCG split. I hope you're right about that age thing.
Yeah boy, we sure could've used Mr. Jordan - if that game had actually been played. (I'm still in denial.)
Well, perhaps our paths crossed somewhere. You know, we Tarheels are just one big extended family anyway!
Yes, we could have have Air Jordan, if that game had actually been played (I'm in denial too!!).
LOL!
Happy Sabbath!
"This getting older is not all it's cracked up to be."
You never complained about that before you got a minivan
I would have to hurt you if you ever left SC. Y'all better still be there when I move back!!
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