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  • In my mind I’m going to Carolina
    Can’t you see the sunshine?
    Can’t you just feel the moonshine?
    And, ain’t it just like a friend of mine
    To hit me from behind?
    ‘Cause I’m going to Carolina in my mind!

    James Taylor

    How different life is this year, as I wrap things up and get ready to head south for our annual family vacation on the beach in South Carolina. Last year, I was miserable at work; my wife, Kathy, was laid off, and had been for nearly 3 months; and I was still very much grieving the passing of my mother the previous September. That was the last time we’ve been down to South Carolina. When Mom was still alive, we’d make three or four trips a year, in addition to our 4th of July week with the whole family, there, to see Mom. I’ve really come to miss those trips down there.

    But this year, life is so much better. I had a good feeling coming into this year, that it was going to be a good one. It is, after all, the Year of the Horse. That was the year I was born, and I just had a feeling about it this time. Years like 2013 are what make years like 2014 so great. It wasn’t going to take much to be an improvement!

    I really do love our time down in South Carolina, when we go down for the week of the 4th of July. This first became a tradition, for us, in 1997, the summer after Dad passed away. Up to then, Dad had kind of been the hub on the Bridgeman family wheel, keeping us all connected. Brother Chris started inviting us down to the place they rented on the beach every year, and these trips became the new hub. Initially, there were just four of us siblings, and kids, that journeyed down, but now there are some years when all seven of us make it in. This year, it will be five of us. Our individual families have grown, though, so among us five, there will be somewhere in the neighborhood of 30 or so people, all told, divided among three different large houses.
  • I had an interview this week for a position I only decided at the last minute to apply for. Since then, the more I’ve thought about it, the more I’ve realized, it would be a great job for me, one that I could bring a lot to. I’ve had a history of interview flops, going in either under-prepared or over-prepared and nervous as a jack rabbit. This time, I felt like I went in as myself, sense of humor and sense of confidence intact, and I left feeling like I’d put my very best foot forward. I am so relieved to have that out of the way before embarking on our journey south. There’s nothing more for me to do but enjoy the week off, enjoy time with my family, and hopefully come back to some good news. Even if it doesn’t play out like that, I’ll know I gave it the best that I had.

    Time to pack and go. I’ll talk to you birdies from parts south, once I make it to the beach.
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