Blue Wave
Tomorrow is my first day at Whole Foods, and I've got the pre-game jitters pretty bad. I'm real nervous, and I don't know why, exactly, except I've gotten used to being a bum and having shitty jobs and being so, so poor and unstable.
This Whole Foods thing seems like it could turn out to be a pretty good gig. And that freaks me out, because it's real. This is all real, and happening.
I have a house in Denver with a group of friends and a respectable job and things are proceeding with some sense of permanence and I know people who have married; purchased homes; had kids. I know kids who dropped out of college five years ago and now they work on one of the last assembly lines in northeastern Ohio and ride motorcycles to the same bars every night. I know kids who have divorced themselves--against their will--from a life they were in love with.
And I live in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains; I work at a company that meshes with my sensitive politics; I share a house with good friends of mine and I've managed to quite successfully maintain contact with most of my very best friends.
My life is very good right now.
I'm so relieved that I'm happy with my life right now--that I've met the transition with confidence in the way I've chosen to go forward.
Things are good.
My life is good.
Boy, I sure hope I don't fuck this up.
This Whole Foods thing seems like it could turn out to be a pretty good gig. And that freaks me out, because it's real. This is all real, and happening.
I have a house in Denver with a group of friends and a respectable job and things are proceeding with some sense of permanence and I know people who have married; purchased homes; had kids. I know kids who dropped out of college five years ago and now they work on one of the last assembly lines in northeastern Ohio and ride motorcycles to the same bars every night. I know kids who have divorced themselves--against their will--from a life they were in love with.
And I live in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains; I work at a company that meshes with my sensitive politics; I share a house with good friends of mine and I've managed to quite successfully maintain contact with most of my very best friends.
My life is very good right now.
I'm so relieved that I'm happy with my life right now--that I've met the transition with confidence in the way I've chosen to go forward.
Things are good.
My life is good.
Boy, I sure hope I don't fuck this up.