The laughter in manslaughter
July 20th, 2008
You will rarely see a positive post come out of this blog. Today, amazingly, I am breaking the mold.
In reality, everything still sucks. There still is little to no job market for a thirty something student, things are fairly tight, and there is little end to the misery in my crystal ball. Regardless, for some strange reason, I feel pretty good about myself.
I have a lot of things to be proud of, and equally as many to be happy about.
I have an amazing wife.
I have the world’s greatest dog.
I have three cats. Enough said.
I have a roof over my head, a computer to write on, and a television to watch. I have three cars, although only one of them runs at this exact moment.
I have friends.
I have Plurk friends too.
I have two killer blogs. People like my Packer blog, they e-mail their praise all the time.
The other day someone said, “Oh, your that Alex Tallitsch.”
For once, it wasn’t in a bad way.
I am a great student. I have framed things with certificates that say so. They are buried in a pile somewhere.
I am making positive decisions. Not the hot dog or hamburger type, but rather the real, hard to accept, winds of change type decisions.
Someone believed in me this week.
Today, for one of the first times in a long time, I see a glimmer of hope. I see progress. I see hard work starting to pay off, without caring that money isn’t the currency.
Am I scared?
Well yes, I don’t handle positive progress very well.
Today I choose to think with confidence, to think forward, to think for myself. Today I feel independent, and want to declare that emotion as such.
Today I can eat just one. Today I can believe its not butter.
Today I am what Willis was talkin’ about.
Cheryl Mathis said:
You are so freaking awesome.
July 20th, 2008 at 7:01 pm #
erik said:
w00t! Keep riding the wave, Alex!
July 20th, 2008 at 8:34 pm #
bozz2006 said:
tomorrow can be even better.
July 22nd, 2008 at 9:03 pm #
pack93z said:
Hope is always there… just might not be in focus is all.
July 23rd, 2008 at 12:02 pm #