Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Rest. Think. Write.

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Those were my friend Robert Avrech's words to me. He gave me that advice when I told him that the romance with my company had fizzled out and we'd broken up. I guess there was some of "it's not you, it's me" that led to the breakup. Oh, well, the relationship was nice enough for the most part, as long as it lasted -- 18+ years.

I took Robert's advice.

I was really tired yesterday evening, so I rested.

I've been thinking about the breakup.

And I'm writing about it in this post.


You will note that the accompanying photo has really nothing to do with this post. I just saw it and it made me smile.

I will therefore want to make an addendum to Robert's advice and thus this post's title:

Rest. Think. Write. Smile.


cruisin-mom said...

We actually had that little lime-hat kitty on our computer screen for the longest time. He does make you smile.
Pearl...Bigger things are yet to really have to believe that. (I do). Hang in there...

Neil said...

Wow. This sounds like a big change in your work life. But sometimes change is good.

Jeremiah said...

Mazal tov. The kitty's pretty, just sad and cross for a little while, and will be happy and pretty again and playing in the sun - with or without the lime rind.

Stacey said...

Sorry to hear this, but try to remember that beyond each ending is a new beginning.

PsychoToddler said...

Every cloud has a silver lining.

Sorry--this thread is full of bad cliches.

Seriously, have faith, and things will work out.

~ Sarah ~ said...

another bad cliche: a change is as good as holiday.

well, apparently!

that picture is sooo cute! hmmm i wonder if i can get my cat to wear a hat?

torontopearl said...

Thank you, one and all, for your positive thoughts.

I say that sometimes you need a little mazel (luck) to make some mazel of your own.

And I believe I was handed some mazel.

Ralphie said...

One night a little over three years ago, just before I went to sleep, I mentioned to my wife that I felt like I was in a bit of a rut at work.

The next morning my manager called me into his office and handed me my severance package - I was caught up in our troubled company's latest round of layoffs.

Seven months and a bit of contract work later (including some work for the severing company, for which I charged an arm and a leg), I got my current job. It's by far the best job I've ever had, the most development I've had in my career, and just overall great. So I am fortunate enough to have at least one little bit of proof that everything does indeed work out for the best.

(Of course nothing is ever fully worked out until our 120 years are up. But overall I like to take the optimistic viewpoint.)