A Cure for Complacence
Over the last few years, I became complacent about my life. To make sure complacent was the right word, I looked it up. Showing smug or uncritical satisfaction with oneself or one’s achievements. Self-satisfied. Unconcerned.
Yup. That’s the word all right.
Long before July, I’d fallen into a rut. I took much in my life for granted and acted as if the way things were was the way they would always be. The good news is that having my life turned upside down knocked me way out of that rut. In fact, I’m still flying through the air, hoping I’m going to land on my feet.
When both feet finally hit the ground, practically everything about my life will have changed from the way it was before. I’ll be living in a new house–by myself (not counting dogs), with a rapidly approaching release date for my first novel and new duties at my day job. Scary? Yes. But I can’t remember when I’ve been so excited about the future.
That I’m soon to become a published author thrills me. Since signing the contract, I get another request from my publisher every few weeks for something to move the manuscript through the process. The big rush is coming here in the next month or two. I think I’m ready. We shall see.
New job responsibilities lifted me out of the grand canyon of ruts I found myself in at my day job. After 25 years doing more or less the same thing, I was ready for a change, but unwilling to consider looking for work at another university. In my new role as Assistant to the Dean, I face lots of new challenges, but am excited about the opportunity to make a difference for my college, our state, and my profession.
Having reached the fussy old man stage of life, I’m looking forward to living alone. Nothing against my ex. It’s not him. It’s me. Having anyone around interferes with my ability to focus on doing writing-related things. I need peace and quiet so I can concentrate. But I also love the guy and know we won’t be living under the same roof for much longer. Besides, we’ve both got a lot to do–including figuring out whose taking what with them when they move. Other than knowing Toodles will stay with me, we haven’t even decided on custody of the dogs.
I’ve already fallen in love with my new house. It’s the third house I’ve bought, and in a lot of ways, combines the best of the other two without any of the things I didn’t like. The yard is the perfect size, and I’m really excited about creating my own little backyard paradise. The biggest challenge will be decided what plants make the cut. In the house I’m in now, the yard is so big there’s always room for a new plant, no matter what it is.
My first house was a bit small, my second too big, and the new one is just right. It even has the tilt-in windows that make cleaning them a snap–and you know I like me some clean windows here in…
My Glass House