Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Pick a Cherry Dammit!
My brain hurts terribly. I have been agonizing over the decision of whether or not to go back to school in September. Never have I known what I want to be when I grow up, and still this is the case; yet I feel I need a new direction, a new beginning......the problem lies within the fact that I have no idea what direction I want to take. Because of my advanced age and limited financial resources it seems imperative that I make the "right" decision, and this is weighing heavily on me. It is weighing so heavily that I am in danger of sitting in one place and not moving in ANY direction. I have always had a problem with "deciding", always afraid of not thinking the problem through as thoroughly as I could have or, heaven forbid, making the "wrong" decision. And optimists will say, "there is no such thing as a wrong decision, as you learn by everything you do and what can be wrong with learning"? I might have agreed with that when I was 20 but it seems a bit different now, from where I stand.
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
Or what about a cowboy, policeman, jailer, engine driver, or a pirate chief?
Or what about a ploughman or a keeper at the zoo,
Or what about a circus man who lets the people through?
Or the man who takes the pennies on the roundabouts and swings,
Or the man who plays the organ or the other man who sings?
Or What about the rabbit man with rabbits in his pockets
And what about a rocket man who's always making rockets?
Oh it's such a lot of things there are and such a lot to be
That there's always lots of cherries on my little cherry tree.
I wish the damn cherries would all fall off, leaving only one.
That would make it much easier.