Today is a Day Job day. Stop complaining, I hear you say; do your bit for society and be grateful.

I feel grateful, as in grated and full.

Bits of my skin have been grated off and the wounds have been allowed to fester. The infection was supposed to make its way into me, to change my genetic make-up – to make me into an automaton, to make me into the kind of half-person who’s happy to step up and on top of others, in order to wobble insecurely on the upper landing. In my case, though, the infection wasn’t strong enough. I’m still full inside; I’m still a thinking (no, not stinking, in spite of the festering wounds) odd-bod and I’m still proud of my orangeness.

Yes, I know there are some of you out there, who have doubts about the saneness of my thinking – but, let me assure you, my thought processes have long since gone way beyond that particular milestone. Confused? Perhaps this diagram of the milestones of my life will help:

bewildered -> emerging from the fog -> normal -> a little different -> crazy -> beyond …..

Once upon a time, I was still at the ‘a little different’ and going into ‘crazy’ stage. And, during that sad time, I came up with my own motto. I like to share, even the mundane details of my most extraordinary life, so here it is:

WORK BREEDS WORK!

Yes, there was a time, a very pitiable time, when I, Jay Cool, actually believed that if I worked and worked and worked, using up all of my day-times and all of my night-times, I would somehow be acknowledged and rewarded for my efforts.  How crazy is that?

At this moment in my life, I’m running along the dotted line bit at the end, and feeling excited about what might happen next. In short, then I’m a thrill-seeker! Unfortunately, because I am the one who pukes up on roller-coaster rides, I’ve had to keep my feet at ground level and keep on running towards the dot of unknowingness –  you know, that dot on a landscape that goes through the point between two hills, and out onto the other side of the photograph.

There is something there worth seeing out there, isn’t there, only I think there’s about to be a major downfall – I’m feeling a little dribble?

In spite of the dribble, I remain, as always, an optimistic person, so ‘no’ I’m not complaining, its just that …

I still believe in Work Breeds Work. Only, the bit I got wrong back then was in thinking that my work needed to be the kind of work that is dished out within a workplace run by the ‘wa**erhood’, the kind of work which others designate to their underlings and then take the credit for.

The work that I do now, and that I will be doing a lot more of, once fully emerged from the day job, is work that I will give birth to for myself. This blog post, will give birth to another post, that will give birth to another and so on, until I can wander up and on, playing my own tunes, through the point inbetween the mountains of my own creation.

I, Jay Cool, have taken my first steps out of own middle, to everywhere and beyond … Travelling companions welcome – for part, or all of the journey. If time is short, and you have other commitments, feel free to step in and out. Just be sure to welcome me back, if I need to return to the middle to rest, refuel and regenerate, and be there to see me off (and even, if you choose, to rejoin me) when I’m ready to venture out again …

 

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019

 

The first four images in this post are from Pixabay.com (Creative Commons)

Copyright of ‘Guitar’ and ‘Foot’ photos owned by Jay Cool

 

Please read some, preferably all, other posts by Jay Cool:

Menopause: Silly-Savvy Poem

Back to the Myddle: Day One of an Ancestral Journey

The Drilling: A Short Story