Changes and sadness…

As you know, I’ve started a new job. However, due to circumstances beyond my control, I haven’t worked many hours. Therefore, I won’t make much money. And although the thought has kept me up for many nights, I’m no longer concerned as much as I was. I don’t know precisely what happened, but it’s almost as if my brain finally received the signal that there’s nothing I can do about it and therefore has gone numb.

Yet, since I’m not one to let my fate spin too far beyond my control, I have begun a new venture and hope it will turn profitable. But since I’m not an egg-counter, but a chicken-counter instead (For reference, I’m referring to the idiom “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch”), I’m just going to enjoy the ride while it lasts and just see what hatches.

Another reason for the numbness of my mind could be because these worries about my financial life have all come on the heels of the grief I’m feeling over the loss of a much beloved uncle. Uncle Al always had a ready smile and laugh just waiting on the tail of one his famous stories. Forever stamped in my memories of my youth was the scent of cherry pipe tobacco that clung to him. And although I was told differently, I was convinced he was a college professor because his beard and buttoned-up appearance made him look more distinguished than a mere businessman. He lived life more than anyone I’ve ever known. He flew planes and sailed boats and never stopped…living. Until cancer took him away from all of us. He will be forever missed, and always thought of with a smile.