Lately I find an old song running through my mind. "There's an Old Log Cabin for Sale." The haunting words and melody seems to fit my mood these days, like something is lost forever yet there is the possibility of a bright future that can arise out of it.
I struggled so much against returning to Convergys and, in some ways, I still do. Yet, at the same time, it is so wonderful to see so many old friends who I've kept in touch with but not seen as well as the new friends I've met in my training class. I'm the old lady in the group, the next oldest being 35. Average class age is 22 but they seem to accept me fully and have no problem letting loose and including me in the fun.
My friend, Charles, is reflecting my mood. We are both in somewhat of the same position - not doing what we want and coming down from the unexpected furor of the flag flap. We both see things going back underground and wonder if the nay-sayers were right; that it was all just a tempest in a teapot.
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