I don’t speak French. Hopefully that’s spelled right…
So, I prayed for a sign, I believe I said “anything”. When it rains…
Of course, OTB called and they want me back. Overall, this is what I want. If I could not fail? I love them. I love what they do. I love being in the “industry”. I love performance. I love helping them. I’d love another shot. I love the freedom. I hate the freedom. And the solitary daily grind.
And Argosy called. Interesting job. Bad hours. Most likely not really good future. Wife has issues. Haven’t got called back. Would turn it down anyway.
And CertiTech. Not sure that interview really happened. Yesterday? Yep. A company that oversees 5 speaker manufactureres. One FT guy who needs a lot of help. And is looking for someone to mentor. Someone to possibly take over someday. The owner stops by to meet me. Interview lasts 2 hours. It’s in my court. The job is different everyday. I get to use my skills, my jack of all trades mentality to solve problems. I get to take raw material, chaos if you will, and make something beautiful. Maybe I’m not able? I see it as a lawn that needs mowed. And stability. And laid-back yet hectic casual atmosphere.
God, why is the choice smack in the middle of my loves.
And Shannon calls tonight wanting to spend the night tomorrow and talk about the companies we’re starting.
You spoke to me with an answer. Which I hated. You want me to pick. Choose with no regret. Look forward for a change. Make a definite decision. No choosing out of default here. It makes sense. I would have, well, I actually DID say “yes” right away to Ryan’s offer. Jump right back in!? Can a guy even try to hold his tongue? I was honest.
And overall, it IS an “I” thing. If I put the “I” aside and think strictly regarding my commitment to my family, there’s really no choice. On the other hand…
God, thanks for the answer.
