Sympathetically, especially with us older “turkeys”, geography lashes us to the deck of the Titanic as the band plays sadly “Nearer My God To Thee”. Commitments are the tiny threads that continually add to bind us to our geographic comfort zone. The Youth just out of school don’t even consider it; the Old “turkey” has no choice but to. Old parents, children, and supportive friends are the “ball and chain” of our thinking.
Sad to say, I understand not being able to flit around the countryside, hither and yon, pursung the gold that’s in “them thar hills”. When you have responsibilities, you have to be responsible.
Hopefully, one can blend all the “requirements” and be open to the opportunities that the Universe giving you. It’s always what you need; not necessarily what you want. If you can recognize it. Sometimes it’s a wake up call to face facts. An old stuck-in-the-jobsearch-mud “turkey” is just that. Stuck in the mud. Being sucked down, hardening, and fixating that poor bird to a spot where one has to take what’s offered. Even if it’s just the greeter at WalMart.
Beware callow youth where you take your first job. It just might be that first thread that ties you down. For sixty or seventy years! Be sure you like that dirt under your feet. You my be there a long long time.
signed: the big fat (old) turkey
Respectfully submitted for your consideration,
the big fat old turkey hisself
stuck in the mud in Nu Jerzee
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