Sometimes it seems the best thing to do is something new. Something you've never tried before. That's the new plan today. I have a couple of different options, drug counselor, hot air balloon chase crew, and thrift store donation center person. The drug counselor gig is full time, but do I really want to hang around people trying to recover from something I recovered from (well, mostly) twenty years ago? I think it might be really depressing, so I'm gonna pass on it. Just for today!!
Balloon chase crew. Wow, I'm on board with that, and it starts in June, when the weather is better. Thats a fear I want to overcome. The very idea of going up in one of those things terrifies me, but maybe I'll get over the fear. At least thats what I'm hoping for.
The thrift store donation center is cool, but I've applied before and have never had an interview. How difficult could it be? People come in with all their old stuff, in bags or boxes. From there, it's all gone through by volunteers, sorted, priced, etc. Funny that I'm unqualified... Is it just me, or does it seem like a form of anti-man discrimination? You see, the entire staff are women. A cabal of hens, I sense that when I shop in the thrift store. They're all really serious, and rather glum. Am I just imagining it? It's hard to tell, but I trust my gut instincts. They know me there because I've bought hundreds of things, books, clothes, assorted broken radios and computer parts. They must think I'm just a weirdo.
And they're right, I guess. God, I am a weirdo...but I'm okay with it.
Well, the sun is out, the snow is cold, it's calling me. I'm gonna put on all my wool pants, strap on my ski boots, and go sliding around for awhile.
You know, I'm probably just writing this for myself. I really don't think anyone will ever read this. Hopefully I'm wrong, but I have another "gut instinct" that my problems and concerns are no one else's. And thats okay too. This is therapeutic in some way. More will be revealed.