In my own modern adaptation of War and Peace (working title: War and Peace-out G) it starts with "It was the best of ideas, it was the worst of ideas." That is pretty much the constant emotional struggle I am facing almost every moment of every day. Swinging from "I'm a genius" to "I'm an idiot" with the consistency, if not cadence, of heartbeats. I think it would be easier to keep an eye on the prize were I to be living in and/or surrounded by said prize, as per plan. I'm blessed with fairly keen vision, but the scant 1.333 miles is still slightly out of my purview.
At least my boss is being really supportive of my decision (seen below):
She has a lot of very complex, virtually indiscernible emotions, all of which manifest in what to the untrained eye might appear to be napping.
Anyways, I just don't want anyone to think I'm very brave, or at least if I am very brave it's not without constant torturous doubt and fear of the unknown. As I sit here struggling to write this it really makes me think, "gee, is struggling to write stuff really a better life?" I guess you don't really know until you've tried it, and good lord willing I'm going to give it my best shot; fear, panic, apprehension, and all. (Cold) feet don't fail me now.
Charles, I am very excited for this adventure for you. I hope it will be just what you are looking for. You can't go wrong with being close to Damon and Kiera. Hospitality at its best. I love how you write so I will be following your blog.
ReplyDeleteLove you brother. Karen
I've been watching Joseph Campbell's The Power of Myth on Netflix, and the last episode I watched he was saying that you'll never be truly fulfilled in life unless you follow your bliss. So follow your bliss Chuckman.
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