Headaches & Hotdogs

I have a slight headache not due to over an indulgence of adult beverages. I had a hot dog for last night's dinner.

There comes a time in everyone's life - some may call it a crossroad, a turning point, an awakening, a brush with death - when important and timely decisions have to be made. Have to be, not should be. Those decisions include but are not limited to weight loss, putting down the bottle, giving up the blue eye shadow, picking up slack in your relationships, career changes and so on. Basically anything that is slowing killing the branches of your tree and you have to cut off the bad ones before it rots the entire thing. (I've always thought ROT was a raunchy word). So comes the question "when is enough, enough?". What has propelled you to make the leap, the one thing that freed your feet from the bucket of cement? Was it an ultimatium? Too many fingers pointed in your face? Bad news from the doctor? The fact that you had to dip yourself into oil and jump off of your bed into your pants just to get them on?

--OR--

What kept you in the same place never moving forward and just steeping in misery and only having thoughts of what could be? Not knowing what waited beyond the door you wanted to walk out? Tied to tightly to the bedpost?


“I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it, but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor” ~~ Oliver Wendell Holmes