Three strikes and I'm out.

Well, I did it again.

Failed the bloody licensing exam.

This time I got a 64 instead of a 58. So I'm getting better.

But not good enough.

So this holiday weekend I need to do some serious thinking about my career (or lack thereof) and get serious about job hunting, since the Insurance game is obviously not for me.

Maybe I can wrangle some more hours at the old company, again, next week to get some positive cash flow coming in.

One of these days I'll look back on this period of my life and laugh, thinking, "What was I worried about? These things normally sort themselves out, don't they?"

Still the possibility remains to relocate to another, less expensive part of the country. Though I'd hate to do it because of my kids still being here in New Hampshire. I can't afford to overlook any options.

At this point, however, I'm at wits end and not sure what can be done. Pray for me, will ya?

Oh, yeah.

Happy Thanksgiving, 28 minutes early.