OGAle?

I've been looking for alternate employment, with varying degrees of intensity, for a year now. Up to this point, I haven't even been able to land an interview with anyone! It's quite possible that I'm barking up the wrong trees, and that I am a hard-headed baffoon that needs to greatly expand my horizontal options. It's also quite likely that God's providential Hand has not desired to guide me onward, at least not just yet.

On another sphere of cerebellum, I have witnessed a small handful of youngsters (late 20s) feeling quite burdened by a lack of once-and-for-all peace as it relates to either ending or committing to a serious relationship. I have offerred counsel to these friends, of course, in hopes of getting their poor arses off the proverbial fence, but over time it seems that the fencetop has a tractor beaming energy which eventually pulls said arses back atop the the accustomed perch. Why I am not surprised?

Because I've got my own saddle sores. I like having the idea that someday I will begin a miniscule brewing business, but I don't want to take the necessary risks to make it a reality. I swoon over the romantic ideal of creating something beautiful and life-affirming with my own hands and heart and brain, something that I link so concretely with my own path along Christ's Way; and yet I get frozen feet when it comes to putting a real business plan together, talking with other young entrepreneurs, doing cost analyses, calculating loans, etc. Would this ale-making enterprise be a great source of joy or a black hole of woes? What dualistic folly we've created. Like love and soul mates, there is no such thing as one without the other...