"Died and went to heaven"
People think bliss is 20 years old, White and blonde; or maybe that bliss is having beaucoup bucks, a fast car and a hot lover. While I wouldn't argue with the hot lover being a big plus, I beg to differ with any of that as a bliss definition. In fact, I would know, since I have recently died and gone to heaven.
I can give you a map reference for heaven, by the way. It's about half-a-football-field's distance from where I used to sit in the phone bank.
You BETCHA THERE'S A THIRD CHOICE: HAVE FUN STORMIN' THE CASTLE, BABY!
Meet awesome people! Make a lotta noise professionally! Enjoy my day! Go to meetings and discuss - oh be still my heart! - IDEAS!
Be a part of makin' everything BETTER, transforming the entire CULTURE, make some better money! Have a boss who gets me, and sees where I could go and wants to help me get there! (Whaaaaaaaaat??????) Be of service to even more people working to make everything better and better! A lift out of five years of incredible shit into a "place" where I somehow slid into home plate, "SAFE!" ENJOY MY FREAKIN' LIFE! WOO-HOOOOOOOOOOO! Yeah, man, there's a third choice. Have fun in heaven, baby! Okay, so it took...um...a few years to get here. Here's the thing: I GOT HERE! You would think, wouldn't you?, that I am now making six figures? Or even high fives? Nah. Not yet. Not even close. It don't matter. I am going places. Better than that, I am in a place. It's a little place called heaven.
©2019 Lori Kirstein
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