Sunday, June 30, 2013

More Room To Think

Despite some history as I've known it and my own opinions with $ = power, I still have my own understanding of the extents of $ = power. I am making a decent amount of money at my new job and plan more for what I'll be doing in the future from 3-6-12 months from now. Mush, mush, mush on saving money. I have had a few hints that someone is making some other plans in the future, but there is not a complete trust. Even if there is a kinder tyranny; I'm skeptical with the whispered hints. There are definitely several big things to saving money on, but when it comes to moving and Mitzi and I getting a place of our own is something I'm going to have to wait out for now. Depending on the level of tyranny vs. my own efforts towards opportunity, will I be able to transfer with the job I have now or find a different job in a different area? What if I get cursed and damned back into unemployment? Hell to raise.
As a crafter, I am deciding to call it quits for now with Spring/Summer crafting. I give up. Maybe 2-3 years from now, I will invest in thinking and creating new ideas that may sell better, but for now, I give up. The time will be spent somewhere else.
I wish I would have been able to run the Iron Furnace this weekend, but there is too much going on and it wasn't going to work out. I'll have to go for some other races later. It has been a couple of weeks since I have done some practice runs. Because of staying on my feet at all times while on the job, I'm not stressing too much over staying active.
I hate it when I have a brain fart. I invested in a 25.00 bond when I was instead intending to save it in a different way. I had another brain fart earlier this week that could be a little compared to turrets syndrome but I decided to call it repressed anger instead. I'm not being too serious with the psychology of it all.
I have thoughts on my mind right now with As The Sarah Turns while As The World Turns goes on. I'm not saying a lot for now. I am both patient and impatient in my own complicated way. I hate the anxiety on both ends of being patient and impatient. Sometimes, I wish I had all the time in the world. Other times, it seems like time sneaks up on me and what a killer it can be. Other times, I feel the need to rush rush rush.