Time to re-commit

It's been a long time and I deserve a slow, steady kick in the ass...thanks Jodi.

I have had a bad habit of not getting on my Blogger page and writing. Mum always tells me to write a journal and this can help get the writing in shape and leave a journal trail of my life. I am horrible at it. I get motivated from my sister-in-law by reading her posts and it encourages me to write more.

I'm feeling so tired these days. I'm not sure, from day to day, where my next job is coming from. I suppose that is the peril of being an independent contractor and working in a field where...well, you don't know where the next job is coming or when it is going. It's a strain on me planning ahead for the future for myself, or where I can offer help financially to my daughter, my family or myself. I have chose the path and will lay in the bed that I have made.

I have come to the realization that I have got to be calculating in the years that I have left to work, how much I believe I can save, and the country that I can live in that will allow me to live comfortable for the rest of my days, taking advantage of the currency exchange...with any luck, I can work hard for some good years and live to not exceed my worth...I'll save that for another day.

Back to being tired...I have been reminded as of late, that my eye sight is not all it was. I suppose I can blame it on reviewing documents from the beginning of the 20th century that were written in old calligraphy and thence copied poorly onto microfiche and microfilm since 1987 and I do. I also suppose that having a family history of diabetes does not favour the eyes nor does my previous or current conviviality for the lifestyle I lead. Poor eating, exercise and a history of alcoholism, probably doesn't support a healthy breakthrough of this history of diabetes.

This was reminded of me a few months ago when I started to feel less confident in my driving at night. It's not that I can't drive at night, it was just that I felt less confident at night and possibly considering the coverage I have on my insurance. But seriously, I thought about my parents and I would want them to be as safe as myself and others. I try to be cautious and want to see my daughter again before I die in some conflagration or cause harm to others and live the ends of my life in some stinking hole for manslaughter...my dreams include my toes in the sand...not in a cell, bankrupt and living with Bubba.

OK, time to get off of here and make a commitment to write at least 3 times a week. I hope I can live up to it.

P