Monday, November 8, 2010

Bitching

The more I think about things, the less I really care today. I'm not going to lie to myself and pretend I won't care tomorrow, or maybe next week, even next month. I can only imagine good things are on the horizon. There is no way life can throw you this much BS without there being some karmic toilet paper around the corner to wipe things clean, right?

Today I was informed there is a water leak in the main pipe leading to my house. There is another $1200 bill we couldn't afford, piled on top of the $16K/yr pay cut. I am thankful for the good things in my life. I have relatively healthy children, a job, and a roof over our heads. Some days though it just gets harder to keep your chin up and the positive thoughts flowing. I know so many people have it worse and I feel horrible for making such a big deal out of something trivial. Sometimes realizing you're being a cry baby when others suffer more makes you think even less of yourself.

It might be time to sell some furniture.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

What's wrong with m... oh look something shiny!

Work... Well work is what it is. I used to hate when people would say that to me. "It is what it is" Lately I have found that sometimes it's all there is to say. Nothing has changed. Nothing will change. It is not extraordinary in any way shape or form. It just is. That being said... It is what it is.

In my desperate attempt to figure out why I've chosen the wrong men, why I am the way I am, and above all else what the hell I can do to fix it, I got sidetracked. This is not a rarity. It is almost as common as changing shoes. Anyway, I sort of had a bit of an epiphany. I've waited this long to figure out what's wrong with me, so why not just focus on something I do have a snowball's chance in hell of understanding: My bank account.

I had a meeting last week with a former colleague and business owner to toss around a few ideas. I will not pretend that the ideas we came up with are the sort of businesses that really will make a significant impact on someone's life (except perhaps those directly associated if it's successful). No, as usual it came down to what's bankable. All in all it wasn't terrible. The wine was good as was the company.
So although it's not the soul fulfilling sort of thing I wish I could do, perhaps it will end up being something I can do that won't make me want to nap or shoot myself during the workday. Time will tell.
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