What Would Jesus Do?

I'm not sure what Jesus would do. I have a good idea of what he wouldn't do. 

• He wouldn't spend all his free time on Facebook worrying more about taking care of his virtual characters than the friends and family he has in the real world.
• He wouldn't spend his conversations just waiting for his turn to speak instead of actually listening to the other person.
• He wouldn't sit around waiting for friends to check on him...he'd be too busy seeing how they're doing.
• He wouldn't sit inside on a beautiful sunny day watching Lifetime movies and crying like a little girl.

The one thing I do know Jesus would do and did do everyday of his life:  He did what he knew was right.  And though my moral compass is nowhere near as good as his, I can at least try to do what I think is right every day.  And even if I'm wrong more than I'm right, I can keep trying...and hoping.

Countdown

As of today, there are officially 1 week and 6 days until my life is over my notice runs out on my job.  Then like a newborn baby, I'll be pushed out into the cold cruel world hoping someone will give me some milk and a diaper change once in a while.  I think I'm past the point of pure terror as unemployment looms ahead of me. I'm moved on into Denial which is just up the street from What The Hell Was I Thinking Boulevard and around the block from I'm An Idiot Avenue.  As if you couldn't still tell, I still don't know if I did the right thing in quitting my job.  I do know I'm tired of living my life in a box.  Sure, I'm the one who taped it up nice and tight so no light could get in, but now I want to bust out of it....see what I've been missing all this time "trying to do the right thing".  I honestly don't know what the "right thing" is anymore.  I can't imagine it's doing something that makes me so unhappy...makes me forget the few good things I do know about myself.  We'll see.

In the meantime, I'm having all my mail forwarded to Cry Me A River City.  Come visit if you like.

Downsizing or Upgrading

As I mentioned previously, I'm soon to be quitting my job.  A good job.  A job that pays very well for the area in which I live.  Please, stop yelling at the computer...I can't hear you.  I know the economy isn't good.  I know my timing is probably off.  But I've made this decision, good or bad, and doing what I can to make it a good thing.  And yes, by that I mean alternating between crying like a little girl and wailing to the heavens for God's help....I mean one little winning lottery ticket wouldn't kill him would it?  *sigh*  I guess not. 

Either way, I've begun downsizing the unnecessary expenses in my life.  And you know what the sad part is? Getting rid of a lot of my cable channels was way more traumatic than losing my caller ID and call waiting on the phone.  What the hell does that say about me?  Wait..don't answer that...I already know.  Is my world really going to be so much less if I can't watch Thundaar the Barbarian on Boomerang or help solve Cold Cases on Discovery ID?  Bill Curtis needs me damn it.  And what would happen if, God forbid, I actually had to sit down and read instead and watching my favorite shows. 

It's embarrassing how much time I spent stressing over all these things as I cruised the various satellite providers looking for the best deal.  Has my life really become nothing more than a series of programming choices wrapped up in a nice little $19.99 a month bow?  I thought about it....thought for a long time.  Who was I kidding?  I didn't need my junior college degree to know it was true.  My life was exactly that, but only because I didn't choose to fill with anything more.  I have family and friends, opportunities to do more...be more.  But I haven't. I want to say I'm going to change.  I want to believe I'm going to change.  I guess we'll have to wait and see. 

Meanwhile, I'm going to duck out for a few minutes.  I think there's a Powerball drawing tomorrow.