9:12 P.M.
Lately a lot of people have been telling me that, “Change is a good thing”, and it’s the pity in their eyes and voice that most worries me.
In reality, when someone addresses the subject so vigilantly, they are usually hinting that something you really didn’t want to happen is about to happen. Everyone at work has been walking on eggshells for the past few months and we’re all up for our annual reviews by the end of next week.
I’ve met and exceeded all of my goals and I find myself extremely motivated and excited about pushing forward into the next quarter. I have so many great ideas and intentions that it’s hard to cap off, or put a lid on this daydream machine.
In a silly attempt to push the fate of my future into a positive direction, I dusted off my lucky numbers and took them with me to the grocery store. I bought a lottery ticket for the first time in years tonight, in hopes that winning the lottery will be the “change” that’s been lingering in the shadows along my long road ahead.
I would much rather win the lottery, than have to deal with the negative thoughts associated with working so hard to build up a great company that could someday become disposable if my boss decides to sell to the highest bidder. There are some days when I’m at work where my boss makes me feel like nothing more than a number in a large equation but lately my motivation and determination have kept my mind moving in a positive direction. The sky is the limit and I can’t wait to get started on my next goal sheet.
