The Ticking Gong

When you're dreading something the soft rhythmic sound of an old fashioned clock ticking suddenly reverberates like a gong. Every beat changes you. It's drawing you to a close and to a new beginning as though you're being pulled along on a track.

Wild thoughts flood your thinking like what will the new be like? Will I be okay? Will the others involved be okay? I have no answers as I pursue the move back to my old new home. Thirty years in that location. Family, friends, familiarity are my reward.

What is my cost? The fantastic blessing resulting from the life I stepped out to create in the year 2000. My son. The thought of leaving him is tearing me apart. Although, he is succeeding here. He is happy. I am not. So, the drudgery of leaving him to go back to comfort envelops me.

How will it work? How will we both handle the change? Only time will tell.