The Scratchy Mess of Desperation

It is amazing the tales you will tell yourself when you are desperate. Come to think of it, "tale" is maybe too tame of a word. Yesterday, the wool I had pulled over my eyes about my job for the past several months was finally and fully yanked off. True, the moths had been eating away at it and the truth had begun to be evident. But the feeling of being free of the itchy, uncomfortable mess was something akin to walking into an air-conditioned room after taking a long jog in July in the hot, humid south.

The details are not particularly relevant. But the lesson learned is. Be passionate about what you do and it doesn't matter how hard you have to work. Passion carries you through the hard work and even gives your work a life of its own. So I am resolved to move forward in which ever direction I go with my career and do it with passion.

Downshift to idle

It's Friday so it's time to downshift to the idle gear. I'm pooped, fatigued, ragged, frazzled, drained and just plain sucked dry. It's the weekend and I'm ever-so-glad.

One of the characters on the TV show playing in the background just said, "If you always do what you've always done, you'll always get what you've always gotten." I'm sure I should do the reseach so I can attribute it to the wise person who said it, but I'm just out of gas. But it's so relevant to this post that I've been planning in my head all day. In some areas of my life I've known that the fit has not been perfect - the gears have been grinding together. And perhaps it's to the point where there's not enough left on some of the teeth to hold things together. I need a new gear or two in my life. The focus on getting new gears has become more than a priority. Now it's a necessity.

So the old heap is parked in the garage for the weekend, getting some rest. We'll get back on the road soon enough, searching for new gears.