Its the final countdown

The end is near. The clock now ticks to a different beat. One less burden to bear on my already tired shoulders.

Its been almost a week since I tendered my resignation. I cannot thank enough all who have supported me through this short stay of time, for their constant guidance and patience, without whom I would surely have wilted even sooner.

I can now heave a sigh of relief. No longer do I need to agonize over my contribution, or the lack of. I can now look forward to a new lease of life.

But, as I anticipate the freedom and free time I will enjoy, I am also apprehensive about the future. I have had no luck in writing my next chapter. I know not what next to do. Sure, I am inspired to perform volunteer work. But, that will not put food on the table. Nor will it to pay for my past sins (read banks). I am now staring doom straight in Doom's eyes. For every cloud, there is a silver lining. Well, thankfully, I do not have any dependents. No wife. no kids. no one to account to. So, damage will be limited to myself. I guess.

I am filled with unbridled pessimism. I have confidence the size of a mustard seed. I now see with crystal clear clarity what a rainy day is. Alas, where is the proverbial umbrella? Oh ya, I forgot to keep one when the sun was shining. Alas, its now simply too late to even spill the milk, let alone crying over it.

Brother John, you're finished. Like a sage once said on national TV... "you're fired!"