Roots

Like the maple nearby, my roots run deep. Look at my life. Except for four years, I have lived my entire life in this state. That's a good thing. In 2 months, we will have lived in our home for 35 years. That's a good thing. I have worked for 40 years in the same building. That's a very good thing. So what does this say about me? Am I afraid of change? Am I a guy who likes to play it safe? Am I, at my core, someone who is so rigid he is unable to see changes as things that are positive? Family, friends and acquaintances, who know me well, would answer No, No, No to these last few questions. I like changes, and I do believe I handle them quite well. I have lots of good friends, but my best are few in number, but stalwart. And a curmudgeon, I am not. I'm not one who likes to waste my days complaining about how better things used to be. Ain't got the time. I've got too much livin' to do. My energy is directed forward. My history is long and so important to me, but my eyes are directed down the road, at the next ridge or bridge. This life is a fine trip, and I don't expect to compromise it complaining. Look at this photograph. There's still a lot life here. Push on!