Re: Tired

A quarter of a century ago this weekend, I took the dramatic career-change path, leaving behind the field of journalism. Twenty-five years ago Sunday, I began a whole new life, initially becoming a proofreader, and eventually progressing up an invisible ladder to my current position of "senior administrative assistant", unofficial photographer, office cheerleader (morale-builder) and minutes-keeper.

Two years ago, I planned to retire today. Last August, we learned I'm in this for the long haul because we need the (excellent) health insurance.

Not much in my life has gone the way I planned, but I really can't complain.






Because of this job, I have friends who are like family, skills beyond what I ever imagined, a house, a 21-year-old SUV that still runs, two fabulous cameras, a gorgeous photography website, an amazing bicycle, two cheap sewing machines, more fabric, yarn and crochet thread than I can ever use in six or seven lifetimes, a computer that works, eight Ride the Rockies, vacations to Alaska, Hawaii, Washington D.C, Washington state, Oregon, Moab, San Diego, my where my parents live, where my brother lives, The Wave (twice!!!) and 23 of Colorado's 59 14ers.

I'm beyond grateful my bosses have put up with me for 25 year and are willing to keep putting up with me until... well, probably about 132 years from now, according to my budget calculations.

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