Moody Meow

I have been exploring this idea of choice. It clanks around in my brain like a marble in an empty soda can. It’s such a simple word. Six letters, three vowels. It is defined as: the act of choosing, selecting. Simple concept, weighty results.

I have been bogged down lately, unable to wade through the financial burdens, and opportunities that dangle just a few dollars away from me. But these burdens are easily relieved. I just chose to work around them, or rid myself of them completely.
Every day when I come back from lunch, I choose to return to my workplace. I never saw it as such until David pointed it out to me one day. I am usually on auto-pilot, zipping to and fro without much thought of why and how. The bad week was a wake up call to me. I can choose to be miserable, remaining in a place that does not make the best use of my skills, or I can leave. It seems that leaving was the right choice. My boss, who has connections all over the blue blood sect in Orlando has offered to help me in my long quest to work for my school, Rollins College. Will this happen? who knows, but I choose to not worry about it.