So like, I put in my request for Saturdays off, I’ll see this Saturday if it’s honored or if I get kicked off the schedule for not being in the union *shrug*. But that’s important. So much stuff happens on Saturdays, it’s not even funny. I can’t spend my life making minimum wage and doing poor boy’s work. That’s not who I am. I need to grow. So hopefully I can get back on track.
I have realized that life is just a track, that you’re already on it, and that no matter how much it appears one might deviate from it, you can’t get off the track. Unless something collides and you suffer trauma to the head. So my track is set, everything is in place, and cruise control is on. I feel… comfortable, yet lethargic. I’ve been slacking on stuff, important stuff, but the matter of the fact is that it’ll get done in its own time, because the training wheels haven’t been taken off yet, and I don’t think they will for some years to come. So don’t mind me if my act is never together. I am overly confident, but do I not have a right to be? Prove me wrong, I’ll shrug and smile during the worst. Had I not decided to do it that way, I’d be dead already.
