I was 38 when I realized that I could stop doing and being what my mom wanted me to be. I assume you're way younger than that and have gotten smart a lot sooner. I have been a lot happier since then. Take a deep breath and grab your own life by the reins. Things will work out.
October 5--Write about a fragment--The seventh shovelful was the first one that wasn't all dirt and thready roots. Brian had come out to the old Decker place last fall with his university geology class. They had hiked through the overgrown fields to the limestone bluff that formed the western side of the property. The famous Niagara Escarpment, the same ancient limestone that thrust up out in New York to make Niagara Falls then burrowed under the surface on its way west had reemerged hundreds of miles away bringing with it traces of ancient seas and the creatures that lived in them. Brian wasn't really all that interested in fossils. The part of geology he hungered to learn were traces of caves and sinkholes that might hold artifacts of early man. He had seen something interesting caught in the roots of a fallen oak rotting next to the path and it had taken nearly a year to get back. Brian got the permission of Decker's one remaining heir to study the geology of the farm so here he was at last. Standing shin deep in a hole of his own making, holding a fragment of a pot made before Columbus made his first voyage, Brian was sure of it.
Monday is payday! Yippee!
--Barbara
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