Candy trails and leaps of faith

Ayep, yep yep. Still quitting work, although it's been a tornado of indecision. They asked me to think about it for a bit, meaning, DON'T GO!!. I did think about it, because really, I'm not independently wealthy nor terribly qualified for non-annoying, well-paying jobs so...I'm really leaping off into the void by quitting, but here's the thing. What's the thing Monsterteeth? Tell us.

Okay, the thing is, every time I reconsider leaving and entertain staying to make money and ensure that at least my financial life is stable, I want to give up on life entirely. I want to just lay down on a choice piece of ground somewhere and not move while I slowly become compost.

Sounds like an easy decision right? Here's the little bastard of it all though: As soon as I decide that I will indeed stick to my decision to leave, I feel so great, I feel like I can handle anything, even working at my stupid job, which is in and of itself, not clean logic.

Anyhoo, anyhoo, great leap of faith on the horizon, for both me and T. All the more scary for both of us, since neither of us can really get each other's back on the financial front. T's thinking of Mastering up an old masters degree. Professors are leaving candy trails to their office for him and promising their first born and such. And why not indeed! He is quite worthy of candy trails and first-borns.

So what the hell, running jumps with eyes closed and fingers crossed, hoping for the best will be undertaken.

In the meantime, the leaves have turned, the trees look like candies. Trails of candy leading me back and forth to work for a finite time.Hello autumn. Nice to see you, you old stinker.

I think the light therapy may be helping. If nothing else, it helps me draw ridiculous things for half an hour each morning. Can't be all bad.

I did a Google search for "leaps of faith" because I was pretty sure it would turn up some hilarious images. Insanely smiling christians leaping into the arms of a Santa Claus looking jesus or puppies giving the thumbs up as they leap into a pile of bones or whatever...Google did not let me down and even one upped me with the above illustration.

I'm thinking of getting this enlarged and painted wall size in my place. In the bedroom. To remind me of the awesome power of leaping faithfully? Or the awesome power of old dudes with swords? It's represents me lolling my tongue in rage at the demons that would hold me back from moving forward, look at me forging onward, wielding my mighty sword, aging considerably...I must say, his clothing looks quite comfy for such a powerful guy. Looks like a velour leisure suit he's sporting. Anyway.