Choosing the bridges to cross

Seems like I've been neglecting my blog and blogging friends lately.

And it hasn't been because I want to.

Life has been one turn after the other lately...

                                                                   I feel almost dizzy.

You know when you hit those points in your life where decisions have to be made? The Big ones?

Choices lay before you...pros and cons listed...and when it's finally all decided....you hold your breath and take one giant step.....

....to cross that next bridge in life.

All the while-  hoping that once you cross- you don't even want to look back.
Or have any regrets.

Since writing here last, I've started a college course which may lead me into something I love doing as a job (for when the kiddos up and leave me;)
And upon hearing I was taking the said course....a manager (of my favorite of all stores)....offered me a job today.

Kids have been moving ahead with things and don't need me quite as much...and they all are living through changes of their own.
And there are other things in Life which seem to be moving and changing quickly all of a sudden.
(Maybe I've been taking too many runs on the treadmill...)


Bridges in life can be breath~taking.
Sometimes you aren't quite sure if you should, or even can cross.
And then once you start to cross, you feel the need to continue, even just to see what it is that lies on the other side.
With heart pounding....steps are taken to walk - sometimes run- to the other side.

{"...Bridge the gap which exists between where you are now and the goal you intend to reach."}

~Earl Nightingale

I would rather say I crossed each bridge I came to in life...rather than hanging out on the other side wondering what lies just beyond.

So I think I'm going to.

As breath~taking as it may be.

~Live life with no regrets~

~~~~~

{Missing you all and will be by to catch up soon.

My last class for this part of the course ends tomorrow night:)}

If only it could talk.....

In

Lake Havasu, Arizona

I found the

 ~London Bridge~

A man named 

Robert P. McCulloch bought the bridge

and had it transported in pieces to Lake Havasu City...a city he founded.

When Robert was asked by customs what it was he was transporting

his reply was;

"one antique".

Each piece was numbered before dismantling,

 and then reconstructed by number when it was rebuilt.

First built in 1831....to span the River Thames in London.

Dismantled in 1967,

 then rebuilt and finished by 1971.

It now spans the Bridgewater Channel Canal.

If this bridge could talk, I wonder just what it would say.

People have crossed on hurried feet.

Wars have waged and the flash of lights have reflected on the stone.

 Hearts have been captured and then broken along its edges.

Does it find people to be different from one place to another?

Do times change who we are and what we do?

I can only imagine the things this bridge has seen.

What has crossed over it....

or floated beneath it.

If only it could talk.