Some new opportunities are being presented to me. It means that I have to juggle things even more than usual, but this time around, I am being mindful to eat on time and also to find ways to get a few minutes for myself here and there. Three of the things shall begin in the next few weeks. This means making some schedules to be able to start them and then delegate things, because I cannot do it all by myself. Two of them are projects where I can involve students. The other one is a personal project that I have ventured to do many times before, but now seems as good a time as any to do it. I am very excited about all of this, as I make yet more plans for May and September. My main focus is asset building, as well as job creation. What has also been interesting is that today I was chatting with an old school friend and he got me to discuss yet another project of mine, an old one from many years ago, that I researched quite a bit, and then hit many snags and stopped. I have not forgotten that writing project. His making me discuss it got me very happy about it. I remembered all that I had done back then, and can see that the potential is still there. Later, as I visited the printery, the marketing rep asked me the name of my company....a nice sign! The nicest part of today has been knowing that I have these things happening and that I can see how they are to be done and the time is right to do them.

And so it goes...my very eventful week led to much introspection. I have been taking some things, like The Towers, too seriously. I do not have to do anything that makes me uncomfortable. I am familiar with dealing with things a particular way, and because this is different, I want to move at my pace. So that is what I am going to do. Baroness Margaret Thatcher has died, and there is much news, as would be expected on all of the stations about the life she led as prime minister of Great Britain. She is a reminder that tough decisions will not engender you to all people. You have to make strong decisions because they must be made. This was what I was confronted with last week. I cannot think too far ahead, when things might get quieter or seem to be back to a routine. This was someone who factored in my life for so very long. There was always a period of separation and then one of return, but now, as they could not adjust in so many ways and became addicted and careless, and I must say that there was some indulgence on mg part, one has to just suck it up, put on the big girl panties and focus exclusively on what does work. I will state here though that I feel sad about the whole thing, because it did not have to be this way, but as I have accused myself in the past of taking too long to make a shift in perspective, this is what happened here. If only the changes could have stuck. But there was something unusual about the last face to face meeting, it seemed that deep down something about what was to come was known. In many ways, this really needed to happen. It reminds me of my own ling term relationship. Things are not working, and no amount of counseling will work when two people have altered their expectations and could easily be alone quite happily without the other person. But this is not my call. It is what can be seen at this present time. Despite my decision, I will always care about what happened and what it all means to me. But I have to also put it behind me.

Most recently an old friendship ended for me. In many ways it was sort of inevitable. He was painting himself into an untenable situation for some time. It stings to have to be part of the drama, but it is necessary, because there was no place to go. So how do I feel about nearly being a home wrecker? Naturally I have been made to feel that his behavior was because I led him astray and he was pushed and forced into resuming friendship. I have learned much from this experience, I saw a glimpse of the person who seemed so much more mature and level headed on one hand, but then was also weak and spineless on another. I do not state that lightly, because I can understand why the posture, and that is why I wrote, painted into a corner. There is little else to say.