This Friday, I confess that I’ve been following the upcoming election way too much, and I’ll no doubt try to watch at least a bit of the debate coverage tonight between friends and drinks. I confess that I often think about leaving the country if the current political/economic/military trends continue. I’m tired of the wars, of the problems with American hyper-consumption, of the outright political cynicism. Things won’t be better elsewhere, but at least they’ll be different. Where can I sign up for that English-as-second-language program again?
I confess that serious, important things happened today at work and I got a kind of unexpected promotion. This is both good and bad. I need to keep working on my grad school applications.
I confess that I’m not excited about grad school, but I’m re-applying because I just need more work in my life. I confess that a second job really wouldn’t be so bad. I confess that this makes me my mother’s child.
I confess that I now know that two (!) of my high-school sweethearts either have kids or are engaged to be married or both. I confess that this makes me feel old.
I confess that lately I’ve been feeling great – perhaps it’s the change of seasons?
Jon, if you are old that means I have one foot in the grave. I looked real good and both feet are still on the ground. Don’t be in such a hurry to get old. It is not the golden years that they promised me. I have another word for it. It is the PITS. So hang in there. The right one will come around and you will probably be more ready for the switch from single to marriage. Good luck. Grandmere