Exeunt Omnes
Providence, and the Byrds, tell us that there is a season to all things and a time for every purpose under heaven. A time to live, a time to die, a time to laugh, a time to cry, a time to work for Gigantic Concrete, and time not to work for Gigantic Concrete. It is time.
…My future may be uncertain, but it will certainly be my own…
I’m kidding myself if I think it’s going to get any better. I would be delusional to believe that with just a little more time, the vast bureaucratic, and insidious culture that is the Byzantine warren of unrealistic expectations, will change to be a more humane working environment. A land of milk and honey, promised by the lord of capital, to the desert weary tribes of burned out IT workers. Somehow, I think our Moses didn’t get the memo.
Perhaps it’s time for the principle of eigenzeit - proper time, to apply to how I move forward with life. I have been existing for the last half decade in the bubble of the universe of lost time. I’ve been beholden to the time of others; a schedule not of my making and choosing; a collar that is starting to choke. If I continue I fear that I will loose myself and all I hold dear. If I choose to stop the madness, then perhaps in my own time, my proper time, I will learn to be happy, and discover meaning again.
It may not be the smartest financial move I’ve ever made - and on that score I’ve made many blunders. I generally have something else lined up to do before I leave a place. This time I just need to leave. My future may be uncertain, but it will certainly be my own.
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The very best of luck, Ric. It’s what you want and need, nobody can fault you for that.
Recharge and get back in the game a new man.
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Thanks Pep. A recharge is exactly what I need now!
Go for it, Rick. My life coach, Morgan, says, “There is no THERE there. It’s all a process, all becoming. The trick is to find, or create, the joy in today. Because today is all we are given. Tomorrow is promised to no one.” Even with the car probs, a TODAY of leaving Gigantic Concrete, sounds like a door opening and sweet winds blowing through.
May the roads rise up to greet you, may the winds be ever at your back, and may god hold you in the palm of his hand. And may he NOT ask you to help out with any more IT stuff right now. Not for today, anyway.
Rachel- words of wisdom as always. Thanks!