For Parick [to be continued...]

COMMUNICATION is the word of the day, [or rather the lack there of since I lost my phone last Saturday]. I've said this before, but you'd sincerely be amazed at the amount of communicating you can do without a phone. Yesterday, I was reminded of that as I had a life changing conversation with my brother, face to face, at the library in downtown Fort Worth. If I had a phone in that moment I know I wouldn't have given my utmost attention to the conversation at hand.

I would've been texting people, aimlessly.

PATRICK: They want me to come in today.
LIZ: What?! Why?!
PATRICK: Because they're fucking up at the store and apparently they can't handle it.
LIZ: That's fucking lame! It's your ONE DAY OFF.
PATRICK: I know, I'm fucking sick of this. They always do this to me on my day off. I'm exhausted and lethargic every single day. It's just getting old and I'm not happy.
LIZ: What are you gonna do?
PATRICK: I'm not going in.

My brother Patrick quit his job yesterday.


Even as I typed the previous statement, I knew it would sound grim, as the sentence stands on its own, solemn and alone.

Stands on its own, alone.

That's the theme here. But I should note that my brother deciding to leave his job is the furthest thing from grim or gloomy. In fact, its the exact opposite, and I couldn't be happier for him. It's an empowering feeling to realize that you're capable to do what you want with your life, and exercise your right to choose. It's also inspiring to see others around you, happy, doing the exact same thing.

Suddenly you're not standing on your own, alone.