Birthday Reflections

17 10 2009

During tough times you learn to appreciate things that you so often took for granted before. Expressions of love, genuine good-will and sincerity.

My birthday included all those, mostly summed up in two words: Happy Birthday.

The words came from those close and far away. Even Dad telephoned his well wishes.

After dinner, I took a walk around the fantasy town known as Rosemary Beach with a close friend. The cool autumn breeze is beginning to roll in.

My friend said I had many more ‘Happy Birthdays’ ahead of me.

I hope he is right.

There is a time in everyone’s life when you feel as if you are damaged beyond repair. It is uniquely human.

Battling back from that place is tough, hard and, at times, can feel like an impossible task.

This is when your faith is tested. Faith in mankind, faith in yourself and faith in God.

For 37 years, I have struggled with this faith. My anger and frustrations reached a boiling point during the summer in New York City.

Soon, I will tell you about the Summer of ’09 and as a disclaimer, you must know it will be raw, real and uncensored.

Are you ready my loyal readers?





Back to School?

6 10 2009

Okay, no more horror stories from Wally World.

Let’s just say, it’s not a fun experience for me and leave it at that.

Now, back to the career front.

I’m thinking more and more about returning to higher education.

I have been told it’s a great place to hide out when the economy turns sour. And there is this added attraction of learning something new.

A challenge so to speak.

And there are many questions….what course to take?

What license to obtain?

Online or classroom setting?





A New Direction

27 09 2009

So, this blog now has a purpose.
To boldly blog until I find employment.
Yes, the Chronicles of the Unemployed it is.
Here’s the situtation:
A 30-something, college educated, out-of-work writer based in Panama City Beach, Fla.
That would be me.
All I want is a job that pays the bills, provides structure and growth and, oh yeah, makes my mother happy.
Isn’t that what it’s all about?