Options

  It's time to talk about options.  Choices and decisions set forth for oneself in an attempt at the illusion of self control.


  So here goes -
-School. Take some writing/English courses... aim for that Journalism profession out in Toronto.
-Change career paths from my current tradeswork.  Find something paying more, maybe a new angle and approach to life to help me along.
-Stay the course. Keep plugging away at my job, my life, my very truthfully depressing reality at the moment. (I know that come summer time, things will be looking up, but that's a long view to be seeing when tomorrow is going to kick my ass, and the day after, and then after that...etc etc)
-Things get a bit farther afield, figuratively and in reality from here. Move out West. Spend time with family out in BC and just recharge, work, maybe change my life in a visceral way.  Would need a job to be waiting for me out there..not that adventurous.
-Move to Europe and work out there. A lot of the same issues as above.


 Funny thing about options, they are always so exciting, fresh, new and shiny when they are still wrapped in their pretty boxes and wrapping. Start to get past the veneer and unwrap these neat little ideas, reality and the tedium of detailing the nuts and bolts of it all...well.... you get the picture.


  I wish I could talk to you about all of these. I wish none of these were options.

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