Monday, March 19, 2007
Changes
So far, this year has been one of the best in a long time. No longer do I feel alone and I am with someone who seems to support my goals to pay off debt and my attempts to find a next step. At this point, I'm eagerly thinking one of my next steps will be a move to this neighboring city.
Beyond my rush to settle down, there are benefits to staying put. Some of these are:
1) Free Gym with work
2) Bottomless cup of coffee/decaf at work
3) Ability to wait out economic uncertainties
4) Ability to wait out real estate uncertainties
This afternoon, I was thinking about selling my current house and then I thought: Why? It would generate a nice bit of income after I moved. It would be only 2 hours away if something were needed.
A friend said, why sell - you could keep it as a backup if things don't work out.
And I thought to myself, I'm not doing this for it not to work out.
Over the weekend, I woke up in the middle of the night and sat up, thinking.
What's wrong? He asked, a voice in the dark.
I once read about these tests conducted on dogs. Maybe it was Pavlov, maybe it was someone else. They placed a dog in a cardboard box and zapped them with small electrical currents - not enough to hurt them; only to make them uncomfortable. Then they took out one side of the box and did it again. Half the dogs figured out how to escape; but the other half stayed put, whimpering.
Are you worried about change? He said.
Maybe.
You know that I'm all yours. Don't you?
Beyond my rush to settle down, there are benefits to staying put. Some of these are:
1) Free Gym with work
2) Bottomless cup of coffee/decaf at work
3) Ability to wait out economic uncertainties
4) Ability to wait out real estate uncertainties
This afternoon, I was thinking about selling my current house and then I thought: Why? It would generate a nice bit of income after I moved. It would be only 2 hours away if something were needed.
A friend said, why sell - you could keep it as a backup if things don't work out.
And I thought to myself, I'm not doing this for it not to work out.
Over the weekend, I woke up in the middle of the night and sat up, thinking.
What's wrong? He asked, a voice in the dark.
I once read about these tests conducted on dogs. Maybe it was Pavlov, maybe it was someone else. They placed a dog in a cardboard box and zapped them with small electrical currents - not enough to hurt them; only to make them uncomfortable. Then they took out one side of the box and did it again. Half the dogs figured out how to escape; but the other half stayed put, whimpering.
Are you worried about change? He said.
Maybe.
You know that I'm all yours. Don't you?