In 2014 I was forced into working for myself. I had gone out on disability at the end of 2013 due to a MS symptom flareup which knocked me on my butt. To supplement our income I began buying items at auction and reselling them online. It wasn’t much, but it kept the bills paid; and it was fun! Over the next year the business began to grow and take on its own identity resulting in me buying and selling furniture.
I would travel to auctions across North and South Carolina buying vintage and antique furniture, loading up my truck and heading home to clean it and sell it. I learned a lot. I struggled a lot. But then in 2016 my passion for it shifted.
Going to auctions lost the shine. I had to talk myself in to wanting to make the drive and go through the hassle of sitting for hours to buy a few pieces of vintage gold. I didn’t enjoy it any longer.
Throughout my life I have recognized this pattern. I discover something new. I become obsessed with this new thing. I get bored with new thing. I move on to something different. For many years I thought I had an issue with “sticktoitiveness”, but over the last few years I have realized that after 2-3 years of doing something I become bored.
I’m not sure why I am geared like this. My dad worked his entire career for the same company a feat I admire, but could never do for myself. The thought of doing something over and over just isn’t for me. For a long time I thought there was something wrong with me, that I should be able to stick with one thing for a long period of time.
But over the last few years I realize I’m okay with switching and changing things up.
I wonder if there are others out there like me? Do you find yourself bored with your job, hobby, relationship? Do you find yourself wanting a new challenge?
Why You Should Always Do the Right Thing No Matter What
Do you believe that life has a way of coming full-circle? I do in many aspects. Some might say that eventually you will pay the price in the afterlife, but I also think those who do the wrong thing pay prices during this life.
I was recently involved in a situation in which a lady got caught doing something wrong with money. I don’t know why she did what she did, but I don’t think the beginnings of her actions began with ill-intentions. I think she got away with an impropriety the first time and then it snowballed from that point. Regardless of her motives, she knew what she was doing was wrong, yet she continued her pattern for over a year before getting caught.
The whole scenario was a reminder to me to always focus on doing the right thing…no matter what. A friend of mine always says “It’s never the right time to do the wrong thing and it’s never too late to do the right thing.”
My personal belief is that doing the right thing returns to a person in positive vibes and doing the wrong thing returns in negative vibes. I do believe that life comes full-circle and that acting contrary to this principle is unwise. Ultimately we will all reap what we sow.
I wonder how many people live their lives focusing on doing the right thing?
Wow is all I can say. As many of you might know Evelina broke her arm before Christmas ice skating and had to have surgery to repair the broker bones. She finally got her pins removed and cast off just before Valentine’s Day and we thought we were in the clear. Life could get back to normal. Nope.
Near the end of February she began experiencing pain in her back which resulted in an emergency room visit to discover she was passing another kidney stone. We’ve been through this situation several times in the last few years. The urologist decided to send her home and keep an eye on the movement of the stone.
After a week we had to go back to the ER and this time she was admitted for 2 days, surgery was performed and they were still not able to remove the stone. At 8 mm this stone was one of the largest the doctor has ever seen and it was lodged in the ureter so deeply that he was not able to remove it.
Last week they were able to remove the stone successfully and Evelina is now recovering nicely. Just when we thought things were turning the corner I found out yesterday I have bronchitis which is producing a wicked nasty cough. Medicine, medicine, medicine.
I know it has been a minute since I last posted something other than a reblog or a question. The truth is I haven’t had much interest in writing anything and I’m not sure why. Every time I’ve opened up a new draft I have deleted it after a few seconds and then moved on to something else.
Today Evelina and I are going to Tanger Outlet to do a little shopping. The strange thing is it was my idea and I’m actually looking forward to walking around and looking at stuff. I’d like to find a new belt, a couple of packs of new white t-shirts and maybe a new shirt. Plus they have a little food court there where we might be able to find a good lunch.
Other than that not much new going on in our lives. Oh, we are building a new house which is incredibly exciting and stressful all at the same time.
I am not traveling as much with the job, but it looks like that will end in the next couple months and then I’ll be out on the road. I was a little upset about getting grounded, but I’m realizing that everything seems to work out for a reason and I believe my body and mind needed the break.
That’s all for now. I hope you have a wonderful weekend!
When meat-eaters read this title I suspect they immediately roll their eyes and presume a Vegan or vegetarian, leftist, tree hugger is at it again. But I don’t see myself as any of those things. I see myself as a middle-ground thinker who finally came to a realization.
When I began scrutinizing my eating a few years ago I had the thought to eliminate animal protein from my diet, but I didn’t know how to do so. I continued to eat meat for a couple of years, but the entire time I had the idea of quitting locked in the back of my mind. I came to the conclusion that animals have souls or spirits however you want to view it. And if I were going to be truthful I didn’t feel it right to slaughter these animals as a product, which is how they are treated by the companies who are killing them. My thought was that if I were going to eat an animal then I owed it to them to kill them myself.
Many self-sustainers kill their own meat and hold the same opinion. I believe any person who consumes meat should be required to go to the slaughter house and watch the process. They should be required to partake in each aspect versus just going to the store and picking up a package of ground beef. You should have to watch the hog standing in the pin trembling with fear as its time draws to a close.
In my heart I just can’t participate in how these animals are treated and I don’t think it is responsible to allow myself to continue with such a casual attitude.
I look into the eyes of our little dog Bentley and I know he has a soul. He displays an entire array of emotions from happiness to sadness, he feels pain and excitement. But most notably he shows a level of love that permeates my soul and he has a personality that is like no one else I’ve met. He has a right to live just as much as I have a right to live. And then I think there are some societies that would eat him and this thought is beyond my comprehension. From that realization I simply extended it to my experiences looking into the eyes of other animals and seeing them display many of the same characteristics along with demonstrating their own individual personality. The individual personality factor drove me to the conclusion that if I were going to eat meat then I owed it to these animals to take their life myself. And if I were not willing to do so then I would not eat them.
I will admit that it bothers me when I see all of the meat at the grocery store. Not because I think it is wrong to eat animals, but that it is irresponsible for humans to eat animals that they are not willing to kill for themselves. I think the Native Americans had it right when they practiced thanking the animal for their sacrifice and showing some respect to the land and the animals.
In the end treating animals like a product is morally and ethically wrong. And in my mind there is no way around this moral dilemma. I either kill the animal myself or I don’t eat meat.