“Comes a time, when you’re driftin’
Comes a time, when you settle down” . . .
In the words of Neil Young, there “Comes A Time.” My youth was definitely a time of driftin’ but not necessarily the way one might think. Most of my driftin’ happened in my mind. And I was driftin’ quite a bit.
Thirty-three years ago I was a sophomore in college. It seemed like that would be an amazing time in my life, but I was driftin’ more than I liked. My paternal grandfather was dying in Chicago, my studies fell below par, and I was in several relationships that did not serve me. Those factors and more kept my mind not only driftin’, it was spinnin’ out of control. At the time I did what I did best, I partied. Partying gave me a slight reprieve from all that was bothering me, but none of it went away. That is until “Cliff” came into my life and wiped my slate clean.*
October 16th, my 33rd anniversary, the day “Cliff” and I collided at Little Grand Canyon. I temporarily settled down because Cliff’s impact led to paralysis (Sis) which stopped me from doing the most basic tasks. Eventually, Cliff and Sis introduced me to Rod, as in Harrington, stainless steel surgically inserted into the center of my spine. Rod and I settled down years ago when I asked him to join me in my life journey. We’ve been very happy together. I plan to keep it that way.
I’ll be celebrating my life, my ability to walk, by taking a hike. I also see settling down with a glass of champagne. I’ll write about my life then, and my life now. I’ll explore what I have learned from driftin’ and from settling down. There comes a time. Be well… Nancy T
- For more read, “Finding My Way From Paralysis To A Rich, Full Life.”