Life has been busy.
Despite all the hurdles thrown at me the past few weeks, some anticipated, most not, I’ve come through relatively unscathed. Or have I? I feel emotionally drained.
Each step forward prepares us for the next step ahead. When the time comes to move to the next step, are you ready? Are you truly, ready? Of course. No? Yes? What does your Fortune Cookie, your Horoscope or free psychic reading from Miss Cleo tell you? Does your Poker instinct tell you to fold, stand or wager? What are you going to do when it comes to making a big decision.
I’ve become an interested observer in life-decision skills lately. I’ve seen a number of success stories and not-so success stories. More not-so success stories during my post high school days up until around a decade ago. If you know me, you’ll understand why I was fairly hesitant. But for now, what do I have to stand to lose?
I’ve broken even at the casinos for the year, so there goes my dream to win big by the luck of the draw. Now it’s better time to hedge up for a rainy day. Plans are put on hold because Covid. It’s mind-boggling frustration. Some things would be very much different right now having not the world turn upside down overnight. As upsetting as that is, at the same time, I get it. My patience is running really, really thin.
If letting ones’ actions speak for themselves, I’ve got a really mixed bag right now. Everything says I’m ready for the next step, but in today’s world, is it over the cliff?
Apologies in arrears for a rather vague, off-putting post. The devil is in the details, always.