Living in Fear - and Loathing It

Inspired - or maybe it is commanded - by my friend to pen my blog yet again. And so, I openly confess to a lifetime of habit and circumstance associated with all that is Gonzo journalism, as only Hunter S. Thompson could write it, and from which I take liberty with a book series titled "Fear and Loathing".........

Recently, I have been living in fear, rather than in faith. I have been waiting for the shoe to drop, thinking my glass is more than half empty, that my time of good fortune is about to enter a difficult time. Thinking negatively in this manner is so disruptive to the norm, so anti-me, so debilitating because of its self-spawning nature. For one moment of negative thought begets another, and the duplicity repeats itself senselessly.

But after prayer last night, I awoke somewhat optimistic this morning, and on the drive into the office, broke morning tradition and turned off sports-talk radio. Driving in silence, I pondered myself as only I can do, and realized I have the power to make change, and therefore need to do so. As I neared work, I decided to see if Wal-Mart was open...

And it was. And so, at 6:30am, I am doing my holiday shopping in a virtually empty store. $200 later, I have gifts for my boys, my folks, my in-laws, my sis, and my office staff. And I walk out a very improved person, for having walked out of the spotlight and focused it instead on others. For that is very much what makes me happy, and not just because this is the season of giving.

So, thanks Gabby, for the goose.....