It's a dreadful sin to begin a new story with exposition, but for those who don't know, here's the short and sweet: Two weeks ago I was laid off from my job. The subsequent two weeks have been spent trying to regain my mental balance and figure out what the fuck is supposed to happen next. Simply put, no clear path has been illuminated for me. No signs have been erected to tell me where to go next. When I glance at the bottom of the page, there are no instructions telling me to pick up the flute and turn to page 49 or pick up the duck and turn to page 107.
Here's what I do know: I have no overwhelming desire to fall back into the same sort of job or the same sort of job routine. My 50th birthday is closer than my 40th. If ever there was a time for me to change things, that time seems to be now. However, like a chameleon in a wallpaper warehouse, I'm a little confused by all the choices.
This blog seems like a necessary step. It allows me to write. It allows me to vent. It allows me to keep up with friends old and new.
Please join me to see what happens next.
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4 comments:
Right there with ya!!! Trust me- the time off will be beneficial. :)
Great start! Writers write. Comedians perform.
You should go out and get coffee with your friend Pat tonight!
You don't want to hear what I have to say. Just call me "Mom".
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