The oldest unmonitored human hamster ball, or, ice cream anyone?
I should be creating a power point presentation on Turn Key Asset Management Providers, but I'm choosing to sit here with a defeatist attitude and mull over a low-ebbing frustration for a while.
I'm stuck. Stuck, stuck, stuck in a rut.
I know it.
I validate and recognize my frustration.
I set goals to avenge the long, painful self inflicted suicide that my position has lent itself to.
I make all kinds of headway and then - Schwomp! Back to square one. And then I start it all again, maybe if I go at things a little different this time, try going around the obstacle instead of over it. and then - Schwomp. The giant whack-a-mole, crusher of dreams strikes again!
So I'm sitting here wracking my overwrought brain trying to find solutions, because trust me, NO ONE is winning here. Brian is selling the house in 6 months so I'll need to move again. I still can't get a home loan after a year of cleaning my credit up. Paid stuff off and my score went down. One of the cats is pooping blood in the middle of my bedroom. Jake's been passive pissing again because Brian keeps coming and going for several days at odd hours and it scares him. Joe is shedding enough to make sweaters for every freezing man, woman and child in the Himalayas and Maggie, well Maggie's developed a taste for drywall and paint and has taken to licking through the knock down as a nice little afternoon treat.
Then I think about what my life would be like if I was that 32 yr old Korean (I think) guy with the 20+ pounds of tumours in his face and I'm quickly reminded that I should just shut the hell up. Who the hell am I in the great Karmic agenda, anyway?
I'm stuck. Stuck, stuck, stuck in a rut.
I know it.
I validate and recognize my frustration.
I set goals to avenge the long, painful self inflicted suicide that my position has lent itself to.
I make all kinds of headway and then - Schwomp! Back to square one. And then I start it all again, maybe if I go at things a little different this time, try going around the obstacle instead of over it. and then - Schwomp. The giant whack-a-mole, crusher of dreams strikes again!
So I'm sitting here wracking my overwrought brain trying to find solutions, because trust me, NO ONE is winning here. Brian is selling the house in 6 months so I'll need to move again. I still can't get a home loan after a year of cleaning my credit up. Paid stuff off and my score went down. One of the cats is pooping blood in the middle of my bedroom. Jake's been passive pissing again because Brian keeps coming and going for several days at odd hours and it scares him. Joe is shedding enough to make sweaters for every freezing man, woman and child in the Himalayas and Maggie, well Maggie's developed a taste for drywall and paint and has taken to licking through the knock down as a nice little afternoon treat.
Then I think about what my life would be like if I was that 32 yr old Korean (I think) guy with the 20+ pounds of tumours in his face and I'm quickly reminded that I should just shut the hell up. Who the hell am I in the great Karmic agenda, anyway?