“I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
I don’t know much, but I know that I cannot live in poverty. I’ve seen it up close and personal, it scared the hell out of me and I just can not do it. In fact, no one should live in poverty, ever. As for me, I’ve come to the decision that I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees and at the mercy of others. Fortunately, this has coincided with a marked improvement in my health. Even though I have no certainty it will last, I figure, I’ve got to try to get a leg up while I can professionally because: MONEY, and also life is expensive.
I’ve been out here flexing my courage muscle. I refreshed my resume, put myself out there and almost immediately someone reached out with an opportunity to return to the legal sector. I’ve been even more fortunate to pull a chair up to the boardroom table three times within the past two weeks. Now, a job offer hangs in the balance. It’s a tall order, but it seems the pay will be commensurate.
The last few days have been the most welcomed and also confusing. Toes in sand, drink in hand. Extending framily, … indefinitely. No, that’s not it. As I sit here in the airport, headed back “home”, with tears brimming my eyes and my words failing me, I can’t place my finger on the how/why I had been wounded.
Then this played through my headphones:
“I thought that I didn’t care, I thought I was love impaired, but baby, I don’t know what Im gon’ do….. I’m crying Cuz I Love You”
Well, damn. There it is.