Roundabout to here

Do you ever wonder how you arrived at the place you are now at in your life?  I’ve been feeling happy about where I am, feeling blessed, feeling secure.  I know I’ve talked and written about it quite a lot.  My cup runneth over.

          Now I am beginning to get anxious, will life throw me a curve ball this late in life?  Will I be shaken out of my contentedness?  Can anyone have so much happiness without having a jinx put on it?  Yes, I have been reading Peace & Plenty and I feel so sorry for Sarah getting whacked on the spirit just when things had turned around and were good for her.  Not fun, and now she doesn’t have Oprah’s show to boost her book sales so she may not get another million dollar royalty cheque.

          As much as I long for retirement I truly am nervous about giving up my pay cheque.  What if something should happen?  Would I ever get another good job again?  I am beginning to sympathize with all those men who die in harness.  There’s a reason for them working on, and it isn’t because they “have to”.  It’s fear.

          Speaking of Oprah, I wonder what she is thinking since she left her hugely successful show and her Network doesn’t seem to be taking off as they had expected it to.  I’ve taken a look at the show lineup and I must say that it does not appeal to me, and no, I have not signed on to that network.  She needs to take a page out of AMC and bring on some strong mini series and dump some of those hoarder shows.  She also needs to delegate and rely on other genius ideas and not have ultra control (I’m just speculating here but I sense she is trying to put her personal stamp on everything . . . no, not on a Network, that is a lot of air time lady).

          I bet Oprah is wondering about her decision and where she is going from here.

          It is not easy to reinvent oneself late in life and even though I have been looking forward to it and feeling thrilled by it, I am getting cold feet.  But . . . this too shall pass.  Right?