The New Me
At least for today, I have decided to release myself from the chains of my cynicsm. I am taking charge of my destiny and am voraciously pursuing my happiness. Wow. I can already tell you that this won’t last long.
You see, I’m reaching a point where I’m getting a little restless with my chosen profession. I am 27 years old, and I still don’t know what I want to do with my life. I may never know. I’m okay with this, as long as I’m not unhappy in the meantime. From here on out, I will leave work at work, and I will not obsess about things that might happen if I’m not there to prevent them. Most importantly, I make this historic pledge: I will no longer allow my employees to call me at home on my days off, unless the building is on fire. Really. I have hereby decided that life is much too short to be as stressed out as I have been for the past six months, so I am adopting a new credo: “Self love…is not so vile a sin as self-neglect” (thanks, Will).
November 9th, 2002 at 9:27 am
Let’s see, where do I start:Amen, sister-friend.Maybe it’s the cynic in me, but I’ll believe it when I see it.As long as your happy, I’m happy.If the buildings on fire, do you really think they should take the time to call?
And finally, I hate to say I told you so, but….:wink
Love ya!