As we fall back to earth from
the graduation celebration, it is once again time to take stock in our
lives. Even though Bec is going to
school for one more year to get her MBA, it seems that in the Zeiler household,
we are switching from the school year, to that period in-between. Gab will be coming back in a few weeks to
work in our area for the summer, which means that the four of us will be under
one roof again. In a few days, my dad
will be transitioning back to the north for the summer months. Needless to say, I am looking forward to
everyone being back in the same state!
However, transition means more
than just moving. For Bec – it is going
from undergrad to graduate student, with an eye towards her first full-time
job. For Gab, it will be transitioning
from living in the Hartford area, to potentially moving back to New
Jersey. For Debbie and myself, it is the
time in our lives where we need to transition to looking towards our future,
where the money spent on raising children now must go towards providing for
us. I do not have an entitlement
mindset, so I am not expecting the government nor anyone else to tend to my
needs as life moves forward.
We all hear the rhetoric. Every election cycle, the person wanting to
take office provides some persuasive speech telling us what they and the
government will do for us. Our
government’s primary job is to protect the lives of its citizens to pursue
their own lives under the constitution and the freedoms provided in that
document (yes, all laws need to comply).
All else is up to us to pursue.
Part of maturing is realizing that we have to take responsibility for
our lives, our actions and our outcomes.
No excuses! Even in points of
transition, the goals and objectives of life-cycle turning points rest upon our
own shoulders. If we trip and stumble, the
lessons learned to do better next time is preferable to waiting for someone
else to make those decisions (without our input) - success moved outside our
control, leaving us with pointing fingers and blaming others. When my grandfather’s generation arrived on
our shores, they saw this great country as a land of opportunity, where they
could work hard and reap the benefits of their effort. They did not come here to be “taken care of."
There is a part of me that
would love to go back to the carefree days of living under my parents’ roof,
having everything provided for and tended to so that I could play all day. At 55, those days are long gone. I had a tough time making the transition, but
one cannot rebel against the natural order of things. And the benefit? I have a great wife and two wonderful
children! As a parent, aside from my own
transitions (i.e., change), I have the chance to help our girls transition as
well. Here’s to opening that door,
finding out what is on the other side, transitioning over the threshold and
continuing the journey 😄 .