Dear Attitude

Dear Attitude, please die in a fire. Immediately. You pretty much suck, and I've had it with your crap.

Love,
Kenny

You ever have one of those days when you realize your attitude is simply crap? I'm having one of those months. It's a crazy thing to give up what you have come to love very deeply to return to something you rather dislike on account of some unshakable conviction that it's what you have to do.

That's been me since I realized that I need to be here in the PacNW instead of the land I love that is the South. It's easy to hold such an attitude when you feel robbed of something good and given something bad.

But then, there's the part where I have to come to terms with the fact that I'm the one who has made the decision to be here. I could have resisted, at least in theory, but a sense of duty led me back, so I came back. Still, I have been railing against the the fact that I am here as if it were something I was forced to do. Now, trying to be reasonable, it seemed to me that my attitude about being here was profiting no one and only harming myself.

So it seems to me that my attitude needs to shift to match my decision. I'm pretty sure that doesn't mean I have to love the PacNW, but it probably means that I need to stop my complaining and make the most of what I have before me.

And I seem to have much before me. The fun part is simply getting the heart to follow the head so that the inverse does not become true.


In other news, it turns out I'm a lot better with hard rock/metal guitar than I remembered. This is exciting. Also, my enterprising mind is finding new ways to acquire the funds I need to pay off loans and survive.