Am I crazy?

In June, a mere 9 months away and I'll be 60 years old.  I am in the process of applying to George Mason University in the Master of Art in Teaching (MAT) in teaching Art.  The goal is to become a K-12 Art teacher.  The program will take about 2 and a hlaf years.  In about 3 years, plus a bit longer, Keith will be retiring again and the plan is to move to Utah to be ski instructors.  If I go for this new masters, then I'll also be a full time teacher and ski instructor on the weekends for the rest of my life. 

That doesn't sound too bad. I had always thought by this time in my life, I'd be in a job on auto-pilot and exploring and enjoying all the things I have been putting off or dabbling in for years.  I'd finally be able to go through all the photos and put them into albums and organized. I'd be taking classes for fun and doing volunteer work. I'd be traveling and spending time with family. 

I still have to get the basement and all those photos organized and cleaned out. I need to downsize because I don't want to pay to move all this junk that has accumulated over the years.  I love all my books and thought that at this point in my life, I'd actually be reading them. You know, the coffee table books, the history books, the art books, etc. 

When I got back from Portillo, I read the book.  The big, 2 kilo book.  It has the most amazing pictures and stories about the history of the Hotel Portillo. Now what will I do with it? It is even signed by the author, who we got to meet and have a drink with. How can I now give that away or donate it?  Who else wouuld want it?  How often will I look at it again?  It is beautiful, but it weighs 2 kilos.

Keith will be home soon from skating.  I need to get outside and pull weeds and clean up the back yard. 

Am I crazy?  I wish I could turn back time and when I left FCPS, to get the masters in interior deisgn, I wish it would have been this MAT at Mason.  But I wasn't ready then.  It wasn't the right timne, or the right me.  I needed more time to mature and mellow. Now I finally have the patience to not let little things bother me.  I understand people so much better now.  I can listen without thinking about what I am going to say. I can really be thrilled to see someone "get it" and be delighted at an improvement or new thought or new move.  I can finally let go of the ME in situations and BE there for others.  It has taken years, but maybe now is the right time for this new adventure.  Maybe I am finally ready and can let go of all that STUFF in the basement.

I pray, Lord, let this be the path you have been preparing me for, if not, please put a huge block in the road and send me in the right direction.