Do superhero's ever retire?

Sometimes I consider "trading spaces", though only with myself. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to stop working on all my little side projects and simply be. I was trying to explain this idea to my husband the other night, and found it really hard to do. So, I will try my best to explain it to you.

Do you ever wonder if Superhero's retire? Usually, they live forever or get killed off, or your favorite tv show gets discontinued, or something like that. But do you they ever retire? Do they ever get tired of it all? Saving the damsels in distress, rescuing tiny children from being crushed by the out of control car, saving the city from monstrosity - Do they ever want to hang it all up?; Trade it in for a little peace and quite or even the occasional party?

Hmmmm.... this is how I feel. Not that I consider myself a "superhero". I'm not out to save the world, only to make a small difference to a few. I know that I am fortunate enough to know my calling. At times, I am super excited! I have ideas - and I have actually seen the impact we make. It's exciting! I feel re-charged with each stride that we make. But then on the other hand, I just want to give it all up. I want to settle down with my family. Buy a small house, have holiday parties, establish some family traditions of our own- ya know? I suppose that it is the ever constant battle between my heart and mind. . . . .who knows.

Missing Quazimoto

It is the beginning of the new year and though I am happy with the course that my life has taken, and excited about all the opportunities that the new year has to offer, I can not help but think about the one that got away. Wait. Was it that he got away or was it that he let me get away? The truth of the matter is that the truth is unknown- and what could have been will always remain a mystery. For the protection and confidentiality of all parties, myself included, names have been changed or will not be mentioned.

Quazimoto, believe it or not, was acctually the pet name that we had for each other. How it came about is another unknown fact, and as odd as it may seem, I kinda liked it.

Anyway, years have passed and both of us have moved on. But my thoughts tend to drift to him, more often than I'd like to admit. And though I know that it is a natural part of human nature and life, I can admit that it makes me feel aweful, ashamed, and even disrespectful towards my husband. But, I can't help it. I love him, Quazimoto, and always will. He has a piece of my heart that will always belong to him.