procrastinating again

When I started this the plan was to write daily and get into the habit of journalling.  But here i go again, not writing.  So once more.  I hate when the cursor winds up somewhere else and the letters get all jumbled.  Even though I think of myself as tech savvy, my lack of real skill pops up to humble me.

My life is good for now.  Business could be better, but it could always be better.  Living in these interesting times has taught me to appreciate being able to earn a living.  Truly, who do I know from my early times who has a horse, works 20 hours a week and is able to maintain a home, car and some travel? 

My week consists of working Mondays for several hours, wrestling with insurance companies for old claims, Tuesdays a shorter day, Wednesdays i drive up to Bedford, look after my horse, ride, have lunch with friends, shower and go to NJ to work for a few hours.  Thursday is a full day of patients at home and then I am off until Monday.  Okay here is that feeling, the urge to stop writing when there is so much more to say.

My horse, Miles, let me write about him.  Miles is the horse on the right with the blanket on and the white blaze on his face.

This picture was taken in winter and he is not thrilled to be asking for treats when his buddy Teddy is right there to share in it.  Miles is smart enough to know I am his person and this should be his apple.

Not a great picture of him let me try again this one is better.  In the interest of honesty this picture is a few years old.  He still looks great today, in some ways better, but he is definitely older now.  Well so am I so it all evens out.  I guess I could write the story of how I, no it is really WE, got him.  Maybe next time.

Snow means down time

So here it is an other snow storm in NYC.  Luckily I have cases to handle by phone so today feels productive.  Yesterday my trusty Subaru got me to NJ and back.  I was the only person in the building and one new case found her way to my office.

Tomorrow I am planning on going to the farm to visit my horse who is probably as bored as I.  Still trying to find a focus for my life.  Travel is a suggestion from a friend, take classes from another, and I have thought of book clubs, yoga the usual.  Truth is I miss the struggle that marked my early and mid life.  the journey to this place was so challenging it filled me with joy.

Not that I would have described it as joyful at the time.  Working a full time job, going to class, field placements, death and loss of people along the way, not joyful indeed, but fullfilling for sure.

I need something like that now.  But what?

Looking back

On a wintry day in the Bronx time is hanging on me.  I have spent my whole life here but lived it all over the world and the journey is not over.  The challenge now is to find a new purpose.  Maybe looking back is the path to the future.  So here goes. 
 
In my late 60's my challenge is to find new goals, something to fill the time the way that my education, my travels, my search for a profession and the building of a private practice has.  Writing has been hard for me, but seems my best method of chronicling this journey.  This blog will be my soul searching, my internal/external process in the hope it will open a path.