Stressball Millionaire
Posted on | November 3, 2009
You know those emails you get? You know, the ones that tell you - “You may worry about money but he can’t afford a roof over his head,” and then you see some poor man with no shoes and you think two things.
1- “Wow, I’m so lucky”
2- “Lucky bastard. He doesn’t have to pay taxes.”
In the same breath that I’m not complaining, I have a list that’s four paper towel sheets long - plotted against perforated holes that tear when needed.
Point of view is something that I’ve been writing ?about ?since this whole birth began.
It’s what makes us justify our moves, our motives and our path in life.
I think this…therefore, I say that.
I do this…therefore I think you shouldn’t.
It’s all very confusing.
So I’m going back to school and working my full time job. Now granted, school is only one day a week but it’s like living expenses. It’s not the rent that kills me it’s the buying of toilet paper, laundry detergent and the like that wheedles away at the funds.
I’m at that point that where you don’t feel you have enough time. Time to fulfill all of your goals. Assignment here, test there, it picks at you like bird on the Ganges and you’re left exhausted.
But you plug through. Isn’t that life? I’ve often said life is crap with intermittent bouts of joy.
I hold on to that next bout of joy that comes barrelling down the path.
So I hold on to that possiblity. That joy that you just can’t recognize.
Did I mention that I have a man who loves me? Hell, he wrote a song for me. Friends who love me? Family who loves me?
No. I didn’t. And that’s what I have to hang on. And hanging on, I am.
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December 14th, 2009 @ 8:43 am
Keep smilin’… the sun is someplace, and will shine when you need it most!