Spring has sprung, the grass is green, yada, yada, yada-it's definitely a time of change. And to be honest, if there's anything that could use a big change it's probably my life.
Hopefully this spring will mark a transformation of more than weather for me. Maybe this will be the spring were I get my head out of my ass and do what I want to do with my time here. Of course, that has yet to be determined, but it's time for me to sit down and figure out just where the hell I plan on making my mark in the world. Ideally, I'd like to do more than sit home, drink Jameson and reflect on the disappointments of Hal's existence thus far. It could be said that I'm enjoying a life most others don't know - I sleep until 11 a.m., I sit home and watch cable, I get bored, I go out and I "socialize," then I go home and sleep, only to wake up and do it all over again. To some, that may sound like an alright way to be, but you and I both know that there's more one can do with the time we're given.
The title of this column pretty much days it all - "Hal WASTES His Wages." I've wasted a lot in the time I've spent on this column. I've wasted time, I've wasted money, I've wasted effort and I've wasted brain cells. I've pretty much wasted everything I've had going for me up to this point, and in this season of rebirth and renewal I plan on stopping the waste and starting a new, more fruitful existence. I need more in my life than what I have now, and it's time I stopped wasting time and went after whatever it is that will make me happy.
So it's time I went back to all those writing projects I have on hold. It's time I followed up on those ideas on the back-burner. It's time I made some changes in my life and embraced this season of renewal. It's time I crawled out of the holes I've been hiding in and went out to meet the world.
As for the moth, I brushed him off the door in an attempt to urge him on and he fell to the ground. For a moment there I felt awful, wondering if what I had just done would be the death of the poor little bastard. But moments later he collected himself, built up his strength and flew off into the night. Hopefully I have close to the same strength that moth possessed, and perhaps I can do the same as he did.
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