This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge asks us what we love about where we live and to show it in pictures. So, here goes. Can you guess what city I live in?
So what do I love about where I live?
She stood on the cobblestoned bridge overlooking the river below. Eyes closed, she was concentrating, visualizing every step, jump, twist, and turn in her ballet routine.
In just a few minutes she would be trying out for the city’s ballet company, something she’d been working toward since she first started ballet lessons when she was only four years old.
She had never felt pressure like this in her young life, but at the same time, she felt confident. She knew what she had to do and possessed little doubt that she’d get it done.
Her parents would be so proud.
(100 words)
Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.
I don’t “play the market.” I am not an individual stock market investor and I don’t really follow it closely. But my 401(k), what I am depending upon to feed, clothe, and house me now that I’m retired, has my life savings tied to stock market performance.
All I do know is that my “portfolio” has gained significantly over the past year as the Dow Jones Industrial Average (whatever that is) has soared. But then on Friday the market dropped by 666 points. And again on Monday, the market plummeted by 1,175 points, the largest one day drop in history.
All kinds of financial pundits on TV were attempting to explain what the hell was going on. It’s a “market correction” some said. Others feared that the market bubble had burst. Still others said “keep calm and carry on,” saying that it is just part of the normal ups and downs of the stock market.
But now I’m bewildered.
What should I do? Should I cash out my 401(k) and put my money in a bank? Or stuff it in my mattress? Or should I just ride it out? I don’t know.
As I write this, the stock market is up almost 255 points since its opening this morning. I don’t know what being up 255 points really means, but I guess it’s better than being down by 255 points.
All that matters to me is that I continue to have the funds to feed, clothe, and house me until my bubble personal bursts for the last time.
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “bewildered.”
“Don’t tell your problems to other people; 80 percent don’t care and the other 20 percent are glad you have them.”Football legend Lou Holtz
Written for today’s One-Liner Wednesday prompt from Linda G. Hill.
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