The Six Month Plan
Our zebra sentinel guards the walk.
I’m in the middle of a negative experience. I reached out for support to those who could help me turn things around, but it’s not going to happen. They were understanding and supportive, but recently they’ve been hit with their own bitter flavor of nasty happenings which almost certainly put my needs on the back burner—or perhaps even under the stove.
Don't go West, young man.
My usual sense of hope and excitement slowly slips away more each day. Actually, I picture a logarithmic curve representing this loss, gradually accelerating, and I’m in the nearly-vertical portion now.
Time to turn this arc upside-down.
When this happens and I see no means of controlling the descent, I often seek something else in my life I can control and make changes there, whether they need it or not. For some people this might mean going to get a haircut, but for me it’s more like ruining perfectly-good relationships or some other drama-inducing behavior.
Our house is pretty cool.
I’m determined to not let that happen this time.
Toward the rising sun.
If I were single with no children, I’d have already released myself from this negativity, and the category of this post, “Walk to Work,” would have a whole new meaning. Financial responsibilities to my family hold me in this cell for now, though.
I also have a responsibility to be a good husband and father, though. Recently, I’ve been an indifferent grouch to my wife and kids, not really teaching the good life by example. So, while I have to keep things rolling in for now, it’s imperative that I put together an exit strategy. Hence, the six month plan.
Do I really have to go?!
The details are irrelevant. It’s a matter of getting my ducks in a row. What matters most is this new sense of hope and excitement…
