I Found Myself

Wondering if Kismet has taken some kind of wrong turn.  Some summer ago, I twiddled my fingers while sending out resumes, browsing the Internet and figuring out how to maintain my simple lifestyle.

I kid you not. My needs are simple with a little fun thrown in.  Work, earn some money, continue working on my B.S., (even though some dared to tell me it’s too late and I’m too old), pay my bills and protect my credit.

Oprah read Eat, Pray, Love and Women, Food and God back-to-back, while all I thought about was how ten years prior I was in exactly the same situation.  In what seems to me like a fluke (or bad dream), I was somehow without a job and unemployed.  That dreadful event knocked down my door and ran me over at the top of the summer and I lived with it for four and a half months.

Somewhere in the middle of the job search, I started remembering an eon of promising myself to do the special things that made my life worthwhile and so I made a list – still in progress and growing and changing as my priorities change.  And like W.E. Henley’s “Out of the night that cover’s me, dark as a pit from pole to pole,” I’ve given my life a new theme a-la-Oprah.

Pray, Grow and Dream.

OTOLI

P.S.  I bet you weren’t thinking I meant a Bachelors Degree, were you?