Friends,
The early bird catches the worm, however, as the sun rises I’d
much rather have a Denver omelet than a diet of worms. Ready to
fly the coop, my ducks all in a row, I ponder one more time whether a bird in
hand is truly worth two in the bush. Egged-on by my quest to tuck away a nest
egg, I’ve decided to change industries and hope that, like the phoenix, my
career will also rise from the ashes of change. After all, I’m no spring
chicken –my crow’s feet and gray bely my age – however, I have to trust my judgment
and believe you can’t catch this old bird with chaff (whether or not folks
think me an odd bird for my actions). And so I shall attempt to soar like an
eagle, aware that counting my chickens before they hatch would be ill-advised. As
I learn to talk turkey in the language of cybersecurity, I will endeavor not to
hide my head in the sand, choosing instead to be like a duck – calm on the
surface and paddle like hell underneath! And while my excessive use of bird-inspired
analogies may well be… for the birds, a little bird told me a donut and warm
cup of Joe might help wash-down this bird-brained note. After all, pursuing
your passions is the only way to be free as a bird.
Happy Friday!
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