Gold at the end of the rainbow

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Here I sit on St. Patrick’s Day, my favorite dreamy day of the year. There will be no celebrations. No parties. No special foods, well, maybe McCreary’s fish and chips. No ticker tape. The only way I celebrate, have ever celebrated, is in my head. I think. I imagine. I wish. I hope. I dream.

I’m not sure why I’m so fascinated with the Irish. I latch on to fads every now and then, but I’ve been this way ever since I was a little kid. I guess I have this hope that I will serendipitously find the gold at the end of the rainbow. Maybe I will. Maybe I have already. Would I even know?

As I grow older, I realize my wishes are numbered. Will I ever make it to Ireland? Maybe.

That’s a strong maybe. A year ago I would have never gotten on a plane to fly by myself. Last September I traveled to Dallas alone. Nice trip.

Life is full of changes. I’ve never been one to like change, but I can’t change change.

Five years ago I imagined myself teaching journalism until my last breathe in classroom. I couldn’t imagine ever giving up the newspaper.

But next year I’m passing the torch to someone else. Whom? I don’t know. But it feels good. It’s time. I took the advice of a lady who is in her 90s, a veteran teacher who gave up her teaching career to become a technical writer. She knew when it was time for her to move on when she knew she didn’t want to be a fixture.

I don’t want to be a fixture. I don’t want to force myself where I’m not wanted or needed.

I haven’t quit my day job. I’m still teaching, but I don’t want to die before I get my second wind. I’m just taking a different direction, putting my focus in a new direction.

Will I make it as a writer? Will I ever see my novels published? Maybe.

I’ll admit I have felt like giving up, especially when I just couldn’t wrap my mind around the writing process. And then, I started to doubt my ability and the worth of my story. But if it didn’t have promise, I wouldn’t have made it to the finals last September, would I? I will never “arrive” as a writer, but I have to keep on keeping on. I have so many books in my head. I need to get my motivation on and just do it.

So, on St. Patrick’s Day, I start thinking about the new, not the old, the possibilities, not the dead ends.

I’m still looking for the gold at the end of the rainbow. But I will never steal it. I will never beg for it. I will have to serendipitously stumble across it and know for sure that it is mine.

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10 thoughts on “Gold at the end of the rainbow

  1. Over the years, I’ve picked up an “Irish Brogue” — more so in my writing than in speech, but ’tis there none the less, don’t ‘cha know. Where did that come from??? Always chasing rainbows,… aren’t we all, always. Dreaming is what makes life worth living.

    Lately I’ve been finding pennies when I’ve gone on detours or walked on some different path to find something. I was certain that there was a “message” there, and I think I’ve figured it out. I like finding pennies because they remind me to Trust in God for all things. Finding them in weird places is telling me that it’s OK to try new things/go new places. God will be wherever I (YOU!) go.

    Trust in God, and follow your heart. Remember though, the rainbow is in your mind, and the gold in your soul. 🙂

  2. Pretty nice post. I just stumbled upon your blog and wished to
    say that I have really enjoyed surfing around your blog
    posts. After all I’ll be subscribing to your rss feed and I hope you write again very soon!

    • Thank you for taking time to read! I am working on updating the blog and hope to be back on schedule writing soon. 🙂 Thank you for the encouragement.

  3. the only way to make sense of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance-Alan Watts.
    maybe not teaching newspaper will give you more time to focus on your writing career.
    The colonel didn’t see his restaurant famous untill he was well into his 80s. then after only a few years, he sold it, but Colonel Sanders is still one of the most recognizable faces in the south. also if i remember corectly, Van Gogh didnt get famous untill his death. I dont say this to discourage you, i say this to show that it just takes time.

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