It certainly has been awhile since I have posted. Career choices, perhaps, or unnecessary thoughts bouncing willy-nilly through my head have infected my ability to post.Yes, I meant to use the word infected.
There have been a multitude of career choices bouncing around in my head, infecting my thought patterns with bogus ideas of changing my career. I ask myself “What career are you wanting to change? You have no career. You’re retired.”
What my brain has been trying to sort out, probably, I can’t honestly say that I always understand what is on my brains mind, is what I can do with so much time on my hands.
I have tried different things:
•Writing ebooks a little bit longer than the stories. Longer short stories perhaps.
Back to the point. None of these things have been actual career choices, because I am not looking for a career. I’m looking to offer my services, whatever they may and hopefully useful (above all legal, moral and ethical) on a full time basis. With me deciding what constitutes full time. Not working for someone else but offering expertise where I can links other helpful resources where I can.
I also have a plethora of questions of my own. Many, at the moment, about the recent election. Not political questions but WTH (what, why, where or who the heck?) questions.
•WTH are these protesters protesting? The election was held, a winner was declared. If your candidate didn’t win it doesn’t mean your world will end or it was a personal attack on you. Look at it this way, if you are only protesting because you have no job, perhaps there will be one when the new guy takes office. Wouldn’t you feel silly then?
Anyway WTH said your candidate was supposed to win there are no hereditary rulers in this country, no matter what the losing party thinks. Besides, she will probably write a book about the experience and make millions while all these college students flunk out because they couldn’t handle the stress of their candidate losing and wound up permanently in a crying room with a coloring books and a box of crayons. How does that particular generation expect to handle the pressures of governing the future world when they can’t even handle the stress of someone they don’t even know meets reality face to face?
Oh my! Do you see what I mean? So many bogus and useless thoughts just bouncing willy-nilly through my head. Perhaps I could use a coloring book, a box of crayons and,just maybe, a hug. Sigh!!
Did I mention that I have toyed with the idea of writing a blog?
Next time. Hopefully.