Kate said middle.
Not the first and not the last but “stuck” in the middle. Is the middle really being stuck though? I don’t think so.
I am on the other side of middle age now – and looking back I loved the middle. If I could freeze time at a certain age I would choose 55. I liked 55. I felt good without physical limitations. Now, 15 years later? I cannot do half of what I used to do and I do not like it one tiny bit.
Right Smack In The Middle
Of compiling a new book – I lost the whole file. It was there Monday afternoon and Tuesday morning when I awoke and my computer did updates overnight and rebooted? IT WAS GONE. I even had our company’s I.T. man do a deep search for it. Nowhere to be found. All that work…GONE.
Don’t look at it as mundane or boring because the middle is where the best part is. It means there is progress and action around. There is a beginning and you are looking toward the end but you’re in the middle. It really is the best place to be. You have started — working along — toward a goal. And, if you keep going you will achieve that goal – guaranteed.
The Man in the Middle
The Man on the middle cross told me I could come…Luke 23.43
What are you in the middle of?
I love to hear other people’s stories. Are you in the middle of something? Do tell…
Right in the middle – their lives are snatched away. God help us.
Amanda Dzimianski says
I can’t believe you lost your whole file!! I am so sorry, Susan! How frustrating and sad—I hope you’re able to recover a lot of your work from notes/memory etc.
I’m in the middle of waiting. Waiting to hear back on a job, waiting for seasonal shifts for our family, waiting on upcoming events. Waiting is good work.
Waiting is HOLY work!!!!
Joanne Viola says
Oh Susan, I am so sorry you lost your work. I hope as you put it all back together, it is even better than the first time!
Andrew Budek-Schmeisser says
My computer ate a file,
do dah, oy vey;
writing it took quite a while,
and there was hell to pay.
Written all in old Fortran,
do dah, oh crap,
5k lines, no notes or plans,
no way to get it back.
So I jumped around and swore,
do dah, uncool,
then I went and slammed the door
and felt just like a fool
for the latch I did not see,
and it locked behind me.
I didn’t swear
But I did care
So I’ll start anew
& try my best to save every few.
I am not a poet!!!
Cindie Winquist says
Andrew, only you could take such a frustrating experience and make us smile at the end. I’m so sorry you lost all that hard work.
You are in the prayers of many of your FMF friends.
Kathy Y Walters says
I am in the middle of being healed physically.
Enjoyed this writing very much, Susan.