Do we ever know what the future holds?
Nah, we don’t, so the fact that I don’t know what’s going to happen next is probably not a newsflash. I’m sure something will happen, though, something good – either Santa will bring me a full-time job or new clients. I mean droughts don’t last forever.
They can’t. Sooner or later it rains, as it’s doing in buckets tonight.
As I like to say in my life, when it rains it pours, and when the sun comes out, I get blisters.
Usually when I try to make something happen, it leads to an embarrassment of riches. I end up with three offers, or six new clients, or having lost three extra pounds without thinking.
It’s been tougher in recent years. Much tougher.
That said, I’m sensing a change – a change the likes of which we haven’t seen in a while. A change that, as we decorate and look toward the holidays, will be life-altering.
So a new timeline. I read that concept somewhere and thought it interesting and apropos. I once thought I’d be an investigative reporter by the time I was 25, so I’ve been through these shifts. They aren’t easy. It’s like Minnie Driver’s character in (my favorite) John Cusack’s Grosse Point Blank says … sometimes we need (and I’m spelling this phonetically) a shocka-boo-coo, or a good swift kick in the head.
My feeling: I’ve had mine. I get it. Take nothing for granted. Value every moment you’re productive and given the chance to apply your skills to something positive.
And then go watch a rerun of Northern Exposure. The one with the moose. (They all have the moose. It’s the only way to celebrate the holidays.)
Talk to ya soon.
