It's time to hang up our spurs in Colorado.
    Have you ever talked to someone who lost a job and went without work for five months? I'm that guy now. I used to think,"How on earth can he go without work for FIVE MONTHS?" I now know how, he does odd jobs, he applies for jobs and interviews non-stop, he blows through the financial reserves, he sells his baseball card collection, and he thinks about lying on his resume'.
    The realization has hit me that this has been nothing more than a long vacation. I have never seen a time in my life when the conversation of losing work is accompanied by so many "Me-toos." I've never had a time where there are so many offers of "employment" are followed by a request for my credit card number. I've never interviewed at so many jobs an thought that if I was sitting behind the desk, I wouldn't hire me either.
    Imagine a rope swing  hanging over a creek. You've got the rope and you give it a couple steps and swoop, you swing over the creek. You let go and land on the other side all safe a dry. Then you look back and see the rope swinging. If you jump, you can grab the rope and make it back. However, if you wait too long, you will lose that chance. The rope will eventually stop swinging and your chance for making it back are gone.
    We are jumping for the rope. I guess a person of bigger faith would have ignored the rope, or somehow cut the rope after making it to the other side. Maybe I have cut the rope in ways like, well, look at my resume'. Florida, California, Florida, Colorado, Florida. 
    So, when we get back to the warm side of the creek, I guess I should do one of two things: Work on building a new rope, or cut the rope that keeps taking me out of Florida.