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Tuesday, January 25, 2005

I think I’m ready for a change. The trouble is, I don’t know exactly what I want to change, or how, or even why.

Change my job? Not now! Not when I’m just starting to see the promise of eighteen years of loyalty and hard work becoming reality. Writing me into the partnership that owns The Kennel might have been a way to keep me working a little harder for a little longer, but it includes its own reward, assuming I live long enough to collect it. It might be only an illusion of security, but that’s a whole lot more than I’ve ever had before.

Maybe I could change the way I do my job, though. I know I could do better at time management, and I could catch up on my filing and try to stay better organized. That would make things a little better around here, but it’s really not the change I had in mind.

Change where I live? No way! Not unless I have to, because this is the place I’ve been wanting all my life. It’s safe, it’s secluded, and best of all it’s quiet. I’ve lived in apartments in town, and I’d be devastated if I had to go back to that situation. I have a place in the country that I can afford, a place where nobody looks over my shoulder (or peeks in my blinds). I wouldn’t trade that for a deluxe apartment in the sky.

Maybe I could rearrange the furniture, though. I could surely keep the house less cluttered and better organized. I’m too deep in debt to think about new stuff, but I can get a lot of mileage out of the old stuff, and I wouldn’t get tired of it as easily if I could just be a little more creative about the way I use the space I’m in. Still, that’s not exactly the change I thought I needed when I started thinking about this.




26 January 2005

Cloud puppy. (Or Pippi?)



What I really need to change is my attitude. I have things pretty good, you know? I don’t want to get down on my job, just because the end-of-the-year stresses are a little more relentless than usual. I don’t want to let the mud and weeds blind me to what a paradise I have out here in the wilderness.

I don’t have much to complain about, when I think of all I have instead of all I want or all I think I need. Yeah, keep up with the to-do list and switch the chair and sofa around. Then shut up and enjoy a better life than you probably deserve, and a better one than most people can claim. Take a look inward, and if you want to change something, change that.




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This little pep talk is brought to you by the fact that I felt a kind of malaise hovering over me today, and not only could I not shake it, I couldn’t even figure out where it came from. Disclaimer: This by no means commits me to hearts-and-flowers happy little journal entries for the rest of my life. Nobody expects that, or even wants it.

Recent recommendations can always be found on the links page.


One year ago: Sunday Song
"Reading! For pleasure! For the first time since the lights went out on New Year's Day, I think."

Two years ago: Crowded Out
"But nothing horrible happened, the earth is still rotating on its axis, we're not at war yet, spring training starts in three weeks, and in the end I can be happy with how things turned out today."

Three years ago: Refrigerated
"I made up several conversations in my head in which I was highly indignant over having to put up with his callous attitude."

Four years ago: Input/Output
"I hated that movie so much, it makes me want to see it again. It couldn't have been that bad. I must have missed something."

Five years ago: When You Care Enough
"Polar bear with a boom box."


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