My ability to sustain being bothered only lasts till bedtime.
Then I zzzzzz.
And then I wake up.
A brand new day.
Yesterday remains yesterday.
So I've tendered my resignation... Possibly still in denial... perhaps reality will hit me only on the day I move out of this house and then I'll be yelling, "Oh my god! I've really resigned!" Resignation is a funny thing. We spend days and months of our working lives moaning about quitting.
Then the days and months turn into years. And when we finally pluck our pig guts together and actually act on it, it consequentially turns surreal. Consciously, we KNOW we've resigned and we go around chanting, "I've quit! I've quit!" But at the back of the mind, somehow those words don't really click in and we start questioning ourselves, "OK now. Tell me I'm dreaming. Did I REALLY resign?" And even up till the last day of work, we know darn well we are leaving the damn job and we're prancing around the office most indiscreetly yelling, "Last day! Last day!" Then we leave the office with a box filled with our belongings and still... "Is this really the end?" We still somewhat visualise ourselves walking back to that hell-hole called THE OFFICE the next day. Unreal!
Ok... the above does not apply to people who lives by robotic life rules of -
- Moan groan about job
- Mentally goes, "Must find new job"
- Action on finding new job
- Gets new job
- Quits old job
- Starts new job
- Moan groan cycle starts again
No no.... I'm talking about el-eccentrics like myself!
Quit the job without no thought process.
What next?
Don't know.
Then how?
See what happens next. Who cares?
Then of course, I'll get the most famously weak rebuttal of all time, "You can get away with it because you're rich and have no committments."
No committments.
TRUE.
The only committment I have is self-maintenance.
Rich.
SO FALSE.
I just live by my life philosophy, as long as my 2 hands and legs are still functioning, I won't worry about starving to death. At worst, I'll become the funky road cleaner. I'll use the broomstick as make-do golf clubs and objects like drink cans as the ball... and perhaps master the art of Hole-In-One. Not a bad idea at all.
Interestingly enough, things do fall into place eventually as they always do. It is simple really. Living by Faith and knowing that our lives are pre-planned by the greater Him so however much we'd like to think we can control our own lives but it doesn't always go that way. The future is just not for us to see. All we can do, really, is embrace it as it comes.
It is exciting to see little puzzles of the next road ahead starts trickling in. I refuse to talk much about 'the next step' for now as it will appear illogical and insane to the unbelievers resulting in my admittance into the nearest mental hospital. Ha!
Post acquiring my long overdue Semiotic's Girlfriend.... I finally received the first shipment of the books I bought through Amazon.com! Wheeeeee..... FINALLY! FINALLY!
Who cares if I do make use of these books eventually? It could well serve as a reminder that I've got some business to do..... Feels so back-to-school when I used to have my mini-library of fashion and graphic reference books. It is exciting, ya know, to see my little buys coming through. Can't wait for the next shipment to come through. Re-acquiring some lost books.... FINALLY! :) Next on the acquisition list..... SEWING MACHINE!
Brainless reading material.... might as well pop one in whilst ordering! And I admit, Olivia Goldsmith is one of my favourite authors. I've read all her other books.... Ha!
Last but not least... the one I've been waiting for! Can't bear to highlight and write notes on this new one. The NIV that I've been using is overabused but holds sentimental familiarity.
I can see eyebrows raising and fainting acts.
Chooey? Bible?
Doesn't click does it?
Just because I write my blogs doesn't mean ya know everything.
I'm happy.
Very happy.
Isn't it such a nice feeling when lil' pieces start falling in place?
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