I wax nostalgic when I think of my sock monkey. He has been there for me through thick and thin. The early years were tough. He probably got swung by his tail, cried on, squeezed and ignored when a new doll came to town. Through it all, he survived. Often, he is perched on a shelf in my stairwell, observing my comings and going, never judging and always stalwart.
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While never sure that I had found my true calling, I excelled at my job. I enjoyed the work and took pride in what we accomplished. Unfortunately a long career can devolve into a joyless struggle. Life must go on and My Second Act, Scene One is about that journey. Please join me.... View all posts by lbell2014