My Friday

When I am working, we refer to the last day of our week as our "Friday." Today is my "Friday" at work. It is always a joy to go to work. That probably will never change. It just seems that I can't quite get any energy going. I am tired quite a bit and everything seems to be in slow motion. I don't know how to explain that.

It has been an interesting week, though. I have met so many people with a plethora of stories - a 10-year old cancer patient that is visiting through "Make A Wish" foundation; a couple celebrating their 40th anniversary; and the list goes on... each one trying to have a "good time." But does "the place" make the good time or do the people make the good time? Probably a little of both.

I saw a young mother of two sitting on the curb eating hot dogs with her sons. They were clean, but their clothes were not new. I asked her if it was her first trip; she said "Yes Mam." I would guess that she had saved quite a while to be able to afford this trip for her children. They were quietly "having a good time" eating hot dogs, enjoying being with each other. There were no expensive souvenirs; no digital cameras being used; no extra people to interfere with their time. As I observed them later in the afternoon, they seemed to share that secret of a "good time."

I am going to St Augustine tomorrow with one of my little friend's classes; fourth graders. That age is very busy, right? Then on Friday, we leave for Mobile. I find it very interesting that a "church sponsored leadership conference" is on the week-end of the holiest of all Christian holidays. I will miss sunrise service and being in church. (I'll have pictures the next time I blog.)

We have to move in November because the apartment is "going condo" and we're not buying this one. Where to go? This is a very big decision and it is mostly Charles' as he is the primary "bread winner" of the two of us. So, it will be interesting to see how this plays out.

As I reflect on this week and look toward the next few, I wonder where I am headed with my life. What's next? Do I go back to school? Do I help buy a house? Do I do nothing? Is there more, OR, is this all there is?