Mood of the day: Surrendered
I just can’t help myself. Every time I go outside the birds are everywhere!
My joy was temporarily stolen today. Nothing huge. Just silly stuff. Sometimes I hear something, or read something… and it just sucks the life out of me. Sometimes I wonder if people realize how piercing words are, and how deeply they penetrate. No matter how simple they are. They can make or break a person. And steal their joy. That’s all. Things will be brighter tomorrow, and my JOY will be returned.
In spite of all the madness in those days (the crazy 80’s), I held down a job for eight years until—eventually—I was laid off. It wasn’t a surprise. Life had gotten really ugly, and I was showing up late on a regular basis, or calling in sick altogether. If I had to identify my first turning point, it was when I set foot in my career. Our landlord was a casual friend and a real estate broker. He literally walked through our door, and offered me a job. In all honesty, the method behind his madness was that he wanted us to pay our rent! With all that’s ever happened—and looking back now—I’d have to call his job offer one of my first God Winks. I want to say that the job taught me to be shrewd, but that sounds kind of harsh. Simply put, it was the first thing in my life that gave me a sense of my own identity. I learned my writing skills in that job. I was an innocent, untrained sheep, …