tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28523753116838527522012-02-16T18:39:57.027-08:00A "stick to the ribs" helping of food, art, thoughts and daily occurrances that either rattle me or comfort my soul.Traci Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711559812982055742noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2852375311683852752.post-6479719406135061702011-09-19T11:35:00.000-07:002011-09-19T11:35:28.525-07:00

So I went to the library last week and checked out two fabulous books by Richard Bolles... What Color Is Your Parachute (revised and updated), and The Job-Hunters Survival Guide: How To Find Hope and Rewarding Work, Even When "There Are No Jobs", which is targeted to the 50+ generation of mid-life career seekers like myself. Nearing 50 myself, I'm plagued with the question:  What shall I be/do

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Getting back into blogging after a very long hiatus.  I feel a desperate need to journal here.  It's been a rough year, and it could get rougher...  I've been in quite a funk lately.  I worry all the time about my age (50 is looming) and the next twenty years.  I worry about lack of job and financial security.  Health.  Retirement.  My parents.  My husband's happiness.  My childrens' future.  I

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There is a picturesque sea of sunflowers on a farm about two miles from my house. What was once a small patch of sunny yellow is now several acres of pure gold spread out as far as the eye can see in all directions, with the old barn in the horizon standing watch over the occasional photographer stopped at the side of the road, car engine running, lens clicking away while honey bees move swiftly

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Only one day left and we've made it through the first week of school. I knew it would be hard, but with four kids going to 3 different schools we're a little frazzled. No... A LOT FRAZZLED!! But more than frazzled, I'm melancholy. My children are growing up, which is inevitable. No more babies to hold, feed, and comfort. No more toddlers to read bedtime stories to and snuggle with (though

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Oh Boy! It's 12:15am and here I sit at the computer, fingers a little nervous, typing my VERY FIRST BLOG! Why so nervous? Well... journaling makes me feel exposed and vulnerable, I guess. I've never been one to keep a diary or anything because I always thought what I wrote sounded stupid. I do adore scrapbooking but most of my albums (albeit, incomplete) contain little or no journaling. So I'm

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