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There is Still Time…
For a BHAG before the end of the year
My still-new maple Matilda has just presented my yard with her first of the fall yellow, now turning fiery red, maple leaves.
This time of year for me (even though it will be 100 degrees in Denver today) is reflective. Somber.
Did I get done what I wanted? How did things turn out? How do I feel about it?
The encroaching fall season, by any measure my favorite if for no other reason than football and leaves, marks the long, slow slide into winter. As someone with the Bear Medicine Totem, for me that means to hibernate emotionally and spiritually, ponder the year and the lessons. With luck, to emerge in spring with new resolve, a new game plan.
This was a bitch of a year. The long-term BF dumped me on my 66th birthday in January, just as I had landed in Bali. That completely screwed my trip, which I spent bouncing from hospital to hospital with a chronic urinary problem.
The huge, gift-to-myself trip to Canada by horse was marked by mindless rookies who turned into bullies, which made each day a trial, even in some of the most gorgeous land on the face of the planet.
I came home with significant injuries. Right now I’m in a boot for stress fractures and thumb splints for the arthritis which…