I think Bone Thugs 'N Harmony best summed up my life with the lyrics,
Bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone
Tell me what ya gonna do
Whoops...wrong part (or is it?).
Let's try this again:
See you at the crossroads
Aaah, that's better.
Except, in this sense, the crossroads that I'm encountering are more of the life decision variety than the soul crossing over into another metaphysical plane variety.
I can't help but think, as I sit here in all my unemployed glory, that perhaps I'm truly at a crossroads when it comes to what I'm going to do with my life. I quit my job intending to write on a freelance basis. While this might still pan out, my most immediate contact has 100% fallen through.
So now I'm thinking, "what ELSE could I do with my life?"
Is this latest snaffoo merely a bump in the road or is Karma (or God or Allah or Biggie G or whoever) smacking me on the back of the head and saying, "look overe HERE, stupid!"
Am I that dumbass who is looking the wrong way?
It's that whole closed door, open window metaphor.
God is who we praise even though the devils all up in my face...
And oh shit, son, the devis is indeed ALL UP in my bidness. He's waving billz in my grill and pointing out that I'm essentially leaching off of my kind, hardworking, health insurance-providing husband.
And I while I don't believe in God (and really, this fact cannot be stressed enough), am I not, in some way, throwing my future to the winds and letting the pieces land as they may? Am I not turning over the wheel to destiny and seeing where it takes me?
Now follow me roll stroll whether it's hell or it's heaven
I don't know what will come of this predicament. I might end up ahead of the game, or behind it. But I made my decisions, and there's no going back. And something tells me that no matter how the dice lands, no matter what punches I have to roll with, this whole journey will be good for me.
Damn man I miss my Uncle Charles yall
I do. He was a special guy.
Wait.
What?
Oh well
I guess using a Bone Thugs 'N Harmony song as a metaphor for your life can only get you so far.
Let's all bring it in for Wally
Eazy sees Uncle Charlie,
Little Boo, God's got him,
and I'm gonna miss everybody
10 comments:
I've never heard or read anyone use a Bone Thugs song quite so well.
As cliche as it is, the closed door/open window metaphor turns out to be true more often than not.
Hang in there kiddo.
I almost made it a week without saying it.
I love you.
Don't fret. At one time, Bone Thugs 'N Harmony were unemployed, just like you and me. In fact, I think that time is now.
Can I call you "Little Boo" from now on?
Ya know, I got a tip that there's a medical writer position open at a certain NJ med-ed company not too far from you...
Okay, smack me, I deserve it.
That used to be my jaaaaaam.
That was probably the most awesome post I've read this week.
Bone thugs...bringing people together since the 90's.
You will figure it out Lily. You will find your calling in life! Even if it has to come right up and bitch slap you for you to pay attention!
This post sort of reminds me of Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken." It's scary and daunting and frightful and winding, but sometimes, making such decisions is what it takes to place us where we need to be...as cheesy as that may sound. Truth is, I think you have extreme writing talent and while the road to freelancing is bumpy, it can always be a truly rewarding one with hard work. It's just a matter of time!
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