It is said to be goodluck

It is to be one of my greatest days. I had spent several days preparing. I would vindicate myself and walk away proud, my head raised high. Some might say that I had sold out, settled rather than fight, but with all of the recent events in my life I saw this as a second chance, a new start. Not many people get this opportunity, and I was finished with questioning and second guessing what I knew in my heart was the right thing for me.

I awoke early and went for a jog. The air was cool and refreshing as I ran though the quiet neighborhood. I arrived back home, showered, ate and dressed into the recently pressed and tailored suit. I stared back at myself in the mirror as I knotted the tie around my neck. I laced and tied my shoes and took one final look over the entire outfit and out the door I went.

The sun was rising and people were out and about. Cars passed me with men and women hurrying to make it to their place of business on time. I took my time and enjoyed the drive. I had only one place to be and after this day, I would no longer work to anyone’s schedule or timetable but my own. It felt right. I felt alive.

I arrived and retrieved my ticket and parked. I gathered my notes and zipped up my bag and swung the strap over my shoulder. I hit the switch and my alarm chirped indicating that all was locked and set. I crossed the street and went to the massive marble steps to begin my ascent. I took the first step upward. That is when it happened. That is when the day changed. That very moment my confidence faltered and I began questioning my motives and myself. That very moment, as if a message from above, a lone scout, out on reconnaissance spotted me and took aim. From the heavens above it dropped its payload and hit the target. As I climbed the steps a thick, wet and greenish load hit me from the skies. I had just gotten shit on. On this day that was supposed to be my best, the accuracy was such that it missed the outer jacket, and my white shirt and tie which I had knotted so perfectly took a direct hit. Not thinking I attempted a wipe away which only smeared the warm goo further. I entered the building. My task before me.

It was to be one of my greatest days.

I will be posting sporadically for a while until I have a plan of action. Between the problems with “Blogsome” and all of the other drama I have going on I had opted to just let “I’m not touching you” fade away. But all of the emails have convinced me that it is still fun. I do still enjoy blogging and all of the visitors, even the Canadian. With that, I am hoping that while I may not post daily, some of you will submit posts that I will put up with links back to you, to fill in the gaps. Either way, enjoy and I will see you all soon!