I had a dream last night in which I was living in St. Louis and working in a factory. My wife and kids were still home. The conditions were not good at all, really. So, what made me dream this dream? Let's think about that a bit, shall we?
First, my whole life has revolved around work, change, and moving in recent months. We're trying hard to relocate in Montana, which translates into lots of postage, email, some phone conversations, and an occasional interview. Lately, if I were a tracker, I'd say the hot trail of a job has now grown icy cold.
One thing that has definitely been on my mind is that most likely my family and I will have to be without each other in some form or another while we get ready to move. We've talked about various options on how to go about this. None are exactly what I'd call ideal. One problem currently with our home is that it's still not quite finished which translates into a lot of work for my dad and us. I'm not a person that is good with his hands in a building sense (computers, yes; houses, no). So, that is one snag. Another issue is that we have accumulated a lot of "stuff" (please see George Carlin's take on "stuff"). The question remains what to do with that stuff. Do we keep some of it or try to sell the majority? Another option would be to sell the house with the "stuff" and take the important (to us) goodies. Lots of random thoughts, really.
So, what did I learn from this dream? I learned I don't want to go somewhere and not be prepared, meaning I need a job before I get there. Otherwise, I'll end up barely scraping by if even and struggling. I've struggled the majority of my life, and I must say that struggling sucks.
You know what's really kind of interesting in all of this? Check this out: Montana creeps into everything we run across. Video games, books, movies, web readings (incidental not Montana research). The other part is the belief in God and the strength of our faith.
Things will work out as intended. I realize this isn't drive-thru nor is it Burger King. This is life. I want to make it count as best I can.
Remember: God's driving; we're riding.
First, my whole life has revolved around work, change, and moving in recent months. We're trying hard to relocate in Montana, which translates into lots of postage, email, some phone conversations, and an occasional interview. Lately, if I were a tracker, I'd say the hot trail of a job has now grown icy cold.
One thing that has definitely been on my mind is that most likely my family and I will have to be without each other in some form or another while we get ready to move. We've talked about various options on how to go about this. None are exactly what I'd call ideal. One problem currently with our home is that it's still not quite finished which translates into a lot of work for my dad and us. I'm not a person that is good with his hands in a building sense (computers, yes; houses, no). So, that is one snag. Another issue is that we have accumulated a lot of "stuff" (please see George Carlin's take on "stuff"). The question remains what to do with that stuff. Do we keep some of it or try to sell the majority? Another option would be to sell the house with the "stuff" and take the important (to us) goodies. Lots of random thoughts, really.
So, what did I learn from this dream? I learned I don't want to go somewhere and not be prepared, meaning I need a job before I get there. Otherwise, I'll end up barely scraping by if even and struggling. I've struggled the majority of my life, and I must say that struggling sucks.
You know what's really kind of interesting in all of this? Check this out: Montana creeps into everything we run across. Video games, books, movies, web readings (incidental not Montana research). The other part is the belief in God and the strength of our faith.
Things will work out as intended. I realize this isn't drive-thru nor is it Burger King. This is life. I want to make it count as best I can.
Remember: God's driving; we're riding.
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