As you can probably tell from my previous post I am searching for clues to unlocking my future. I have recently abandoned the notion that fate is a farce and coincidence is reality...my life is piloted by fate these days and applying some higher meaning to most events. Moving to one of the most expensive cities about four weeks ago with high hopes and finding absolutely no work has probably lead me to this frame of mind.
I woke the other day full of anxiety and despair about my dead end job hunts. Notions of being forced by this plummeting economy to move back to Cleveland filled my head. After about forty minutes of lying in bed paralyzed by these thoughts I got up, threw on my sneakers, and went for a run. It was a perfect 75-degree day full of sunshine, and I longed to stay outside until darkness. I hiked up a thickly forested park after my jog, and climbed the steep hill to the top. There were two firm shirtless men frozen in some yoga pose, little dogs aimlessly pooping everywhere, and a nice little clearing in the sun that beckoned me. I found a nice plot of grass and plopped down. I meditated there for quiet some time, breathing and clearing my frazzled head. As I began to come out of my detached state and let the world around me seep in the words 'dog walker' floated across my mind. Yes, of course! I should be a dog walker! The perfect job! I smiled with a sigh of relief at the helpful epiphany this meditation had brought me. I stood up and bent over to stretch my legs, and when I looked at the ground I had just been sitting on a healthy pile of brown crusty dog poop was staring back at me. Now, if that's not a sign, I don't know what is!