First, I Quit My Job

I don't know what I was thinking for staying on that job so long.  I look now and think back to the harassment and abuse I endured and I must've been out of my mind.  My boss,  was an elderly southern white lady who must've thought we were back on the plantation.  Oops! Have to be careful what I say in my blog, cause the powers that be... the society gods may not be pleased with my comments and forget them.  Okay?

I don't think I was foolish for quitting my job but, many people preobably think I am. But, hey, you can't please all the people all the time.  So, what's next on my agenda.  I'm not sure but I know that I have goals. One, is to write some novels, short stories and plays and poems and get published.  Another is to take all the money that I make writing all of my novels and short stories and plays and poems and travel the world over.  Meet new people,  learn every language that I can speak and just enjoy life in general.  Oh! and help as many people that I can along the way.  To inspire, and be inspired.

Sounds pretty simple, but is it a worthy goal? I think it is. But, where do I start?  Here now.  I just finished reading Susan Jeffers book Feel the Fear and Do It Anyway.  She suggests you make a life planning grid and update it regularly.  I haven't made my gird yet. But.I will.  It looks like a hard thing to do.  It's probably not that hard but I don't really want to think about my life right now, cause all we are is dust in the wind.  Ecclesiastes and whoever wrote that song must've really  been depressed.

I;ve been described here lately by my closest travelers and companions as scattered and confused.  And as much as I would like to disput that claim, I  have to agree.  I am.  Just that...scattered and confused. Well who wouldn't be at 52 in financial ruins and finding that you don't want to be in the career you've been infor years?  I mean when I came to that realization it was like what the...?  We latch on to our daily lives llike hungry sharks, refusing to let go wether we should rightly have it in our mouths or not.  That's what I was like with nursing and anything else that fell into my lap.( Notice, I said fell into my lap. 

When I blog, It's like having a conversation withsomeone who is not there.  Oe with myself except I can't see my face, just the keyboard, my boobs and my hands.

I'm on my way to where I want to go.  All I need is  Good Orderly Directions.  Which I'm sure that I will find as I continue on this journey.  From here to there.
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