Whiteout

Day three of retirement, and we’re having Snowmaggedon, a Bomb Cyclone, or whatever catchy name they want to call a huge Nor’easter in New England.  Heavy snowfall, high winds that swirl like a hurricane.

(c) AdobeStock Photo

(c) AdobeStock Photo

A complete whiteout.

A Jumble of Emotions

Yesterday was my first day not going to the office.  Well, sort of, anyway.  I actually did go to the office…to turn in my laptop, phone, ID badge, and credit card.  Except this time I couldn’t go in.  I’ve already been erased from the system.  My name already says “presence unknown” in the corporate chat tool.

(c) AdobeStock Photo

(c) AdobeStock Photo

How do I feel?  A jumble of emotions.  Just like life.

What I Deleted on the Way to the Finish Line

I woke this morning in a cold sweat – heart racing and body tight and stressed.  I slept fitfully, apparently feeling the stress of the last day of work.  It took every ounce of energy and skill I had to breathe my way to calm.  Why?

(c) AdobeStock Photo

(c) AdobeStock Photo

Because I spent yesterday racing to the finish line.

What Clouds at the Cemetery Taught Me About Hope

Today was the 13th anniversary of my husband Jerry’s death.  It’s a funny thing – an anniversary like this.  On one hand, I don’t want to live in the past.  13 years is a long time, and I’ve created a whole new life in that time.  On the other hand, I want to honor the love that still lives between us, even though he’s not here.  I will love him always, and it’s important to me to set aside time as a special remembrance.

(c) Kathleen Thompson

(c) Kathleen Thompson

So today I found myself in between two worlds, a place I’ve spent a lot of time of late as I transition out of my job.

I Thought I Was Growing Pumpkins…..

One year Jerry and I decided to grow pumpkins.  I really don’t know what possessed us to try it.  We’d been relatively successful at growing vegetables like tomatoes, carrots, or radishes.  And now we thought we were ready for more.  So, pumpkins it was.

(c) AdobeStock Photo

(c) AdobeStock Photo

We put in some starter plants.  They took right away.  The vines grew longer and longer, and then there was fruit.  Until there wasn’t.

Whiffs of Smoke Taught Me Something About Vision

I woke up in a hotel room in Anaheim, CA.  Coughing, sneezing, eyes burning.  Sick.  At the Podcast Movement conference, I so wanted to be fully present.  Meet people.  Engage in lively conversation.  Learn everything there was to learn.  Instead, I was fighting to stay awake.  Feeling as though my head was floating – like it wasn’t part of my body.  Or it might explode.

(c) AdobeStock Photo

(c) AdobeStock Photo

There was something else too this morning when I woke up.  I saw what looked like puffs of smoke floating around in my left eye.  Like the smoke that wafts from a campfire as it dances on the breeze. And I couldn’t see very well.