It's May 29th, 2009. That's 149 days down and 216 days to go until the end of the year. Howz' it goin' for you? I'm on Social Security, have two jobs and rarely go out or shop for toys. I live in a 73-year-old cabin, split the rent and utilities with a pal and am bullied by cats. I drive a 25-year-old car, commute five days a week and pack my lunch. I gave up drinking, television and hanging out uptown. Maybe I should change things up.
The whole world is changing. Some for the good—some not so good. But nothing seems the same anymore. Change means learning new things and adapting to new ideas. I hate that. It means doing things differently and swallowing your pride. It's difficult to see right away—like looking at one tree in a forest. You've got to put a frame around that tree so that you can focus on what you have to learn. Sometimes we are forced to change because there is no other way. It can be bitter and it can be sweet and we have to scramble in order to keep going. The only constant thing is change. We have to embrace it or be left behind. So, I have to change.
I could live in a 25-year-old condo, ignore cats and date a 73-year-old gal with three jobs. Or, I could drive a log car, live at the Social Security office and show up for work two or three days a week. Then again, I could split the driving with my pal, work for the cats and hang out with a guru from the Wellness Festival. Perhaps I could buy a new television, give up eating and pack the car with cats who want to go out on the town. Why not live in a toy store, date a 25-year-old gal with two jobs and start drinking heavily with the boys at Idaho Power and Intermountain Gas?
There are options here and I have to change.
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