sometimes, i really feel that my intuitions speak louder than my actual words. i don't know. maybe after so many conversations with candace about metaphysics/signs/karma/all of the above, some of it may be starting to sink in. here's what's on my mind:
i'll start back in early-mid november. i've started to question where my life is going. i'm engaged to the girl of my dreams. i've been at my job for about two years. i love the people i work with, especially my boss, Mike Ward. Amanda and I can finally stand being in the same room without wanting to rip each other's eyeballs out. my roomates suck more than anything and i'd love nothing more than to move out.
November 12, 2006. my boss and close friend Michael Travis Ward is killed in a car accident in the early morning on s.r. 267 in Brownsburg. i had spent nearly every day in the same office as this man for a year and a half straight. this single moment had shown me the fragility of solidarity. what we percieve as indistructible can sometimes be the most fragile things in life.
life goes on. christmas comes and goes. i still think about mike every day. i start spending more time with my dad. my roomates finally pull the last straw, so i move out and start staying with my dad again. the notion of having a full time, well-paying job with no rent starts to become very appealing.
jan. 12, 2007. teleservices direct (my place of employment) decides to shut the doors and fire the entire staff (about 150 people).
this is when i really start putting a solid amount of thought into these "signs" candace is always telling me about. basically, i'm working with no job, no rent, (practically) no band, just candace. i thought that this was life's way of telling me to get off my ass and do the things that i've always been meaning to do, (find out more about going to college, write my book/comic, travel, etc). well, out of the blue, the red chord announces that they are having open auditions for a guitarist. they need someone with touring experience and can play their material. this is it. this is where the signs have been pointing. i established contact today via email and gave them the link to ishia's page. this could be it. basically, my life is about to take a huge turn, and i don't necessarily know where it's going to go. i guess i'll know when i get there.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Say whatever the hell you want. Go ahead. Let it rip. I guess it would help if your comment held dome degree of relevance to the actual blog post to which you are commenting, but that isn't set in stone. If you clicked the "add comment" button with nothing in mind, you could always go with, "I'm so jealous of the total hardass that runs this blog because he's such a badass and I want to be him someday. Or don't. As I've said, it's up to you.