It's time to wipe the slate clean and start over, folks.I've let things go for way too long. What am I referring to?
Well, everything.
First, there's these health issues. The chronic ones aren't getting better through medication, at least not on a perceptible level. The so-called minor ones like this aching shoulder are just persistent nuisances that have to be dealt with swiftly and firmly. I'm tired of waiting for "nature to take it's course". A new ailment popped up this week...my left ear is plugged up. I've used earwax cleaning fluid, warm water syringes...no help. I tried getting the gunk out with wads of tissues (used like a soft Q-Tip)...bad idea. It just jammed it in tighter. So now I'm walking around with about 25% hearing in my left ear and the feeling of pressure building behind the eardrum. Knowing my luck, it'll be infected before the end of the week and I'll be in excruciating pain. Arrrrgh!
Next item on the block is Ric. I haven't responded to his voice mails this past weekend. They were drunk dialing messages anyway...one was a slurred account of his run-in with a dive bar (Thirsty Whale) roughneck who supposedly threatened to shoot him since he was staring in an "unsavory way" at his daughter? Oh brother! This "livin' on the edge" drama I just don't need right now. Methinks it's time to go back to a stance similar to this summer's isolation from him. At least for a while. Maybe forever.
Lastly, I think it's time to look to the past and to literally go "back to the drawing board" as it pertains to my career ambitions. When I went to college some 25 years ago my major was Fine Arts, with a focus on 2-D Visual Arts (painting, drawing, etc.). Was this to prepare me for a life of call center work? No. It was to prepare me for a career as an artist. But I lost my way over the years. I gave in to those who told me that it was an iffy thing to make a living as an artist. I hung up my brushes and never looked back. And all for what? For two decades of going from job to job, never getting really very far and hating it all along the way.
It's time to pick up the brushes again.