Lois Lane

As the countdown begins and the remaining seconds, days, weeks, moments left of summer tick by until I bid this beautiful state adieu, I am wrapping up jobs and commitments that have truly defined the time that I've been home. (Obviously, I didn't learn about how to cut down my run-on sentences.)

I battled my last deadline yesterday, turning in my article with a half-hour or so to spare, and took my official photograph for the column I'll continue throughout the school year. I never would have thought when I was pouting outside a graduation party in May about my boring summer (I had been home for a week) that I would be a published reporter by August. I never would have been able to imagine when I started my blog in February that I would have my own column with my own 12" to share my thoughts with Tri-Town readers. And part of me still thinks that no one actually reads my words every other Tuesday, but I think they do! I have to hope that they do...

We are so completely unaware of the changes that will occur in our lives when we wake up each day and greet the morning. And whether or not we greet that rising sun with a smile and an earnest handshake, or a frown and a slap in the face, we will learn, we will experience, we will change.

And sometimes things are so comfy-cozy, am I right? Sometimes, where we live currently is as wonderful as nustling into a warm blanket in front of a fire when it's snowing outside and your signficant other is whispering sweet nothings in your ear. (I love Christmas.) And we are driving down our life's highway, and we see this road sign and it tells us that "change" is coming our way in 100!, 70!, 30!, 0! miles and we screech on the breaks because, holy moly, we don't want to leave our paradise!

I think the biggest leap you can take is keeping your hope alive that when your foot steps on that accelerator again and you take the exit for "change," that you will enter into a more wonderful experience than before. And for me that would be a warm blanket to nustle into, a roaring fire, my signifcant other and Frank Sinatra crooning while I eat Godiva Rasberry Chocolate Truffle ice cream and don't gain a single holiday pound.

Put that on my Christmas list.

And you can just call me Lois Lane, what with all the reports I've been reporting, but don't you think that the real challenge in leaping to "change" is putting your foot on that accelerator? If I'm Miss Lane, where is my Superman? And I'm not falling from buildings, but I need some help putting the pedal to the metal. Jesus, my Superman (how cheesy can I get?), give me strength to have a lead foot!

The day just seems brighter, folks.
And I think it's because the mileage for "change" on my road signs are decreasing and decreasing, slowly but surely. I'll be heading back east, I'll turn my back on my sweet Rocky Mountain Paradise for a few months, and I'll greet the new New England days with open arms, a warm smile, and an earnest handshake.