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It's me doing a little posing while taking a break at the Ouray, Colorado Jeep Jamboree in 1995.

Sunday, January 5, 2014

A Working Stiff's Perspective on a New Year



As I settle into my post-holiday funk, I am eying 2014 with more trepidation than optimism. Although I've managed to somehow financially hang on since I moved to South Carolina, it has never been with any degree of comfort. I haven't been able to relax or, even momentarily, take my eye off the ball – not once in seven years. 

Still, I am better off than a lot of people in a feeble economy that shows little sign of widespread improvement. Money is cheap; so, people are buying cars and some even springing for new homes, but the jobless remain stubbornly so. The government's latest plan for fixing that: extending unemployment payments....again. As if that's a solution.

I am one of the fortunate ones who owns his home.
If I was trying to support a family, had a kid in college, making a mortgage payment or even had a car payment, I would be S.O.L. Thankfully, none of these apply.

I've entered that no-man's land where I am too old to be employable, and too young and unprepared to retire.

The bottom line is that as a freelance writer, I manage to cover the bills, pay my taxes, put litter in the cat box and even underwrite a run or two to Florida every year, but I haven't saved a penny during the past decade. I don't expect that to change in 2014.

I take a certain amount of pride in having kept my nose above the water line since my unceremonious separation from AMI in 2004, but a bit of luck and some help from friends and family contributed to my survival.

For that I am, and always will be, grateful.

Monday, January 6th, signals the mental, emotional start of 2014 for me. The holidays over, reality sets in.

My plan: I'll plow forward one day at a time, pounding it out, and somehow make it all work.

So, although I'm not particularly optimistic about 2014 being “better,” I am determined to continue fighting the good fight tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that. It's what I do and have been doing for several years.

What keeps me moving forward is that I know I'll encounter a few laughs with good friends along the way. I guess you can't really ask for much more than that.

2 comments:

  1. Was that boat actually moving with you at the helm?

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  2. Why, yes it was. It was a "Captain Ron" moment for everyone on the boat.

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