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 up down, over around.  But just little mountains, not huge insurmountable mountains.....that's what life is at the moment.

I'm scared.  Opportunities can turn into failures.  Or not.  

I'm sad.  Doing this solo, on my own, no partner to talk it out with.  No one to give me a hug and tell me to just jump.

I'm grateful.  Never expected in my wildest dreams that my late 50's would be when i hit my stride professionally and that this would be when i finally look like i'm getting my act together.

I'm excited.  There is a path in front of me that wasn't there previously. 

I'm curious.  This could go in many ways and I don't see any of the choices being wrong.  As long as i DO SOMETHING.

            Also, it looks like someone in Israel is reading my blogs and that also makes me curious.  i'd love for you to comment, for us to connect in an across the world way - what brings you back here over and over again?  Welcome to my crazy.

I'm tired.  I wake up in the middle of the night and start thinking about all the things.  Not bad, but still disruptive.  

Today i start doing some self teaching getting prepared for the official learning i will be doing shortly.....getting a jump so i don't look stupid.  Libraries are a wonderful thing.

I hope your day is filled with wonder and mystery.  In a good way. 

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