This morning I am working on my resume. Polishing, rewriting, that type
thing. I went for a sprint again last night, just for spite as Ivan
Marsh suggested. I ran windsprints until I was shaking with exhaustion.
I'd sprint as hard as I could for about 20 meters, then walk until I
caught my breath, then take off again.
My heart didn't burst, but I shook my fist at God and told him that I
needed him to either answer my prayers or just forget the whole deal. It
seems clear to me that if I'm going to get anything done, I'm going to
have to do it for myself.
Let me be clear: At this point, I don't care whether I live another day
or not. I'm not going to swallow pills, or do anything of that nature,
but I am going to go out each night and run as hard as I can--and if my
heart blows out then so be it. I just don't care. And in the meantime,
I'm going to continue to look for work and take matters into my own
hands. If I'm going to accomplish anything, I'm going to have to do it
for myself and not wait around on God to do it for me (until proven
otherwise).
Thanks for reading and thanks for the replies. I read each and every
one. I'm glad I stumbled in here. Interesting place. Now back to that
resume...
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