Take My Advice: Don’t Listen to a Word I say.
If you’re looking for advice or a “how-to” article, you’ve come to the wrong place. I’m not the Pied Piper or a leader of any sort. I haven’t found my rainbow or pot of gold.
The years are long, but time feels short as I continue to navigate the earth plane, searching and in need, and in need of what or who I’m not sure.
I am 61 and want to retire. I can’t.
I live in a condo. and want to remodel. I can’t.
I want to travel. I can’t.
Why? Money, money, and money.
I teach yoga and have auditioned to pick-up more classes. Not happening. I’ll stick with the one I have. I won’t get rich, but at least I get to teach.
I want to get through a day without feeling depressed over, well, you name it. I can’t. The world seems to get meaner every day. Immigrants, animals, and the elderly all treated cruelly for the sake of the almighty buck. And don’t get me going about dolphin captivity.
This is not a woe is me story, just a bit of a rant, a brain dump. I was thinking of what I could say, what words of wisdom I could offer, but I have none. Instead, I open Medium and read and search and educate myself.
There are some damn good writers here. Today, I don’t feel like one of them, but I want to write, get the words out of my body and onto the page.
I do love interacting. It’s what keeps me writing.
To elaborate on my life, let me explain. I spend the bulk of it 1/ riding the train to work and 2/ working.
Yes, the energy of the picture above sums up a big part of my life — about 90 minutes to two hours a day. If I’m lucky, there are no delays, derailments, or schedule adjustments, and I can actually get to work on time. No seriously, the MBTA is so bad that even some businesses in Boston complained that the T is unreliable.
The T maintains the illogical theme that is so prevalent in Boston traffic. If you want more information, take a look here. If you’ve driven or drive in Boston, there’s no need. You understand.
The following is right up there with backing down an on-ramp when you’ve determined you’re going the wrong way. Don’t laugh, it happens.
I take the green line; we have colors to guide us in Boston, and it runs out of the subway tunnels and onto the street. It is more a streetcar than the proclaimed rapid transit, yielding to traffic, pedestrians and emergency vehicles. Both back and front doors open to allow passengers on and off.
Now here’s the fun part.
If there’s a crowd, as in rush hour, the T-drivers instruct pass holders to “use both doors.” Note: you pay your fare at the front. Okay, so as a pass holder you comply, use the rear door, and once you’re on the train, they scold you and announce, loudly, “come to the front to pay your fare.”
The idea is to get passengers on the train so it can get moving. I get it. But hey, I have a pass.
Essentially, this means that you are walking against the flow of traffic as passengers enter by the front door. And no, there isn’t a lot of room. You have the choice of leaving your stuff on your seat unattended or taking your belongings with you, losing your seat, and then standing for the next 20 minutes to your destination.
Sometimes happiness is getting a seat on the train.
This is just the scenario getting to and from my job. There are eight hours of fun in-between. Every day, five days a week.
In a cubicle.
My job consists mainly of scheduling. And more scheduling.
And more scheduling.
Complaints about traffic, the fact that they had to wait to pull into the garage, my office is cold, my office is hot, my keyboard is too loud. It’s enough to make me go to the break room and stick my head in the oven.
But wait, it’s electric, not gas. No, slowly baking the few brains I still have is not what I had in mind.
As I sit here dumping my regurgitated thoughts through my fingertips to the keyboard, I consider that I honestly don’t have it together.
I can’t tell you how to be successful, at anything, or how to improve your life. I will not attempt to do so. Maybe you can leave me a few comments.
I can’t tell you what not to do either.
A lot of what’s not going on in my life is because of what I haven’t done. Let me add that while I wasn’t doing what I should’ve done, I had no idea that I should’ve been doing something or what it was. I do now, but it’s too late.
So no, I’m not going to make a list or offer any sage advice. Use your common sense.
Trust your inner compass.
Think for yourself.
Get off your ass and just do it. Or you might end up ranting about your boring life like me.