Today was the day I’d set myself, that I’d get back to work. I applied for a second Child Welfare job, keeping with my commitment to do one at a time, and focus on that. The stakes are a little higher, this time instead of 40-50 minutes away the office is 17-25 minutes away, less than half. Heck, even though this isn’t in my county, it’s closer to me than my county’s offices.
It’s MLK day, so I wouldn’t hear back today anyway. The sucky part is that my books are sitting at the local post office, and I can’t get them until tomorrow.
I was never much of a gambler, never played games with people unless I could read them…. and most people I can read are smart enough not to play games with me. Sounds egotistical I know, but it’s not easy being the puppetmaster archetype, especially in cases like this where I can’t see all the moving parts.
Two weeks until I turn 36….. not too old, but old enough that I’m gaining a greater appreciation for my mortality.
Who knows? Maybe this time will pay off, maybe not, I’m trying to embody Genesh energy, remover of obstacles, the unstoppable elephant. Even though this particular time is a gamble, it isn’t in general. It’s a calculated and realistic plan.