Day 1 - Almost 40 years old and what do I have to show for it

Hello World,


It is 1:13 pm Wednesday, January 13, 2010. This is the first real consideration I’m giving to resolutions this year. I’ve decided that I will have only one:

I WILL GET OUT OF THIS RUT.

I’m almost 40. I look around and see my friends with their varying levels of success, and I wonder what happened to me. How did I get so damn lazy, Mom and Dad?

My mom was, by no sense of the word, lazy. She did everything that needed to be done and everything that didn’t really need to be done. She was the main breadwinner. She did all things domestic. I guess, in hind sight, it was no surprise that she didn’t seem so pleasant all the time. Not that she was unpleasant all the time. Just… unpleasant, like an employer might be. My problems with authority probably come from my relationship with her.

My dad, on the other hand, was a night watchman. He worked nights so he could “watch” the kids during the day. If he was “watching” us, he did so with a second set of eyes on the back of his head while he was “resting” on the couch. The fact was that he had to leave for work by the time I got home from school. Sure we played around a lot, my dad, brother and me, but for the most part, he was napping…. (This could explain my fondness for napping.)


I think the truth is less lazy and more fearful. I have an extreme lack of focus that has proved to be a problem.

I’m a classic underachiever.

My mom still has a letter that I received from the Navy after I took the ASVAB test in 6th grade. (I think it was 6th grade.) It said that I qualified for training to be a nuclear engineer or something like that. My poor mom. She was so proud. I guess at that point she’d never guess her eldest of 2 would be sponging free rent off her living in an apartment that would be better used for actual paying tenants. I wonder if she cringes when she thinks to herself that her son is a bartender/ part-time rental agent.

Well… writing this blog is my first act toward getting out of this rut. Someone said “If a life is worth living it’s worth writing about.” (please don’t ask me who) So here I go.

I’m going off to my Real Estate office. I’m going to put in some hours. It’s a wonder they haven’t fired me yet.

Good luck with your ruts, people. More tomorrow