Ian Royle

Not that I want to…but it could very well happen.  Very little money is coming into Alberta anymore, and the construction industry is winding down.  Few jobs will be left for the workers here anymore, and those that are left will likely be filled by the cheaper foreign workers who are here now.  Little hope for the indigineous population who must pay the mortgages and bills we recieve.  That means I will likely be out of a job soon.  Very soon.  Half a year soon at best.  I haven’t figured out what I will do yet.  I’m not even sure I care.  Do I wait tables?  Sell coffee?  Go back to school?  Head to Afghanistan on a Class C?  Not sure yet.  I know that this fiasco I am in though is my own fault.  Too often I let other people make decisions for me.  I like to say I am the accidental carpenter.  I wanted to start a bicycle company after returning from my time in Taiwan.  Instead my dad found me a job busting my hump in the sun pouring concrete for ten bucks an hour instead of pursuing my dream of owning my own business.  I need to be definate about what I want.  I need to know who I am.  I finished Napoleon Hills book Think and Grow Rich and can see all the mistakes I made.  Right now the best thing I took from the book is that life offers nothing worth the price of worry.  So I will not worry.  Six years ago I had nothing.  If everything goes wrong, well I’ll still have nothing.  I’m only really worried about providing for my son and my wife.  I don’t like these days.  I don’t like when you sleep to escape and wake up to the nightmare.