That’s perhaps the most eloquent summary of my journey thus far.
It certainly beats the heck out of “Aimlessly searching for purpose,” “Futilely looking for something he’ll never find,” or “Has no idea what he wants to be when he grows up, and shows no signs of ever growing up.”
When I have nothing better to crab about, I’ll mutter to my beloved that “I shouldn’t bother with this writing crap, since nobody reads it anyway. Besides, everybody writes, everybody blogs, and everybody and their distant relatives is working on a book. So why bother?”
And I’m finally starting to get it through my thick noggin that all that negativity, spewed out with extreme prejudice, is harmful to my beloved. It may (or may not) provide me some relief, via “venting,” but it’s pretty much a soto voce stream of negative that gathers in her personage and festers.
So it’s all well and good (or not) for me to launch that poopy out there, but it’s not good (or extremely not) for her. And since I really do love my beloved more than myself (or at least am trying to), I need to head that stuff off before it blasts out my pie hole and smacks her.
All of this has nothing to do with anything I’m thinking about in this present post-thingie, but it’s still true… Just not related to this.Read more
I am once again wading into the turbulent waters of part-time employment. Lord help us all.
And, as He seems to take great pleasure in doing, God led me to one job, only to throw in a sharp left turn at the interview, putting me in a different job at the same place that seems to fit me better.
He’s fancy like that.
And as the paperwork gets going, uniforms get ordered, and my lengthy tainted background is scrutinized, I think about work… Read more