Neener, neener, neener! The kids are going back to school in a couple days, and I’m not. It’s funny how many folks still ask me every year about this time if I miss it. Just because I “went back to school,” in one form or another, for 46 years—every September from 1959 though 2005, doesn’t mean I pine for the hallowed halls.
Because I don’t. Not one whit.
To every thing there is a season, and a time, and a purpose, and however that song and/or Ecclesiastes verse goes, I got done with that enjoyable phase of my life and embraced the next chapter.
And the next chapter is the one I’m still writing. My business card now says Author, Editor, Workshop presenter, and I’m excited about the work I’m doing. I’m especially excited about the fact that I no long have to respond to the ringing of the bells.
And for that, my bladder is eternally grateful.
