The Daily prompt.
Missive : Clichés become clichés for a reason. Tell us about the last time a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush for you.
A better question might have been, when wasn’t it better to have a bird in hand than two in the bush.
I married a schemer. A promise maker of note. Not so hot on the keeping.
He had dreams and saw visions. Lived in a fool’s world of schemes and promises. And I was pegged as the one that held him back.
But I was always the one that could see past the presumed riches and on to the inevitable fall from grace. I was always the one that stopped the dreams from getting too involved, to stop things from harming my children.
Because for me, it has always been better to keep what you have than to gamble everything on a possible maybe.
Looking at the way things are now, the one time I chucked the bird in hand for the promise of two in the bush, I came short. Horribly. Fell flat on my face. It’s been 2 years and I’m still reeling.
But the ex and the new wife, that’s apparently NOT holding him back, has gone from strength to strength. Have a business that does well enough looking at the place they stay in. Saw the world, travel to distant lands every so often, go on weekends away, and holidays. Drive luxury sedans.
And where am I? Still in the same place I’ve been in for the past 12 years. Still driving the same car I’ve been driving for the past 7 years. Have not been on holiday in years. Weekends away? Pfft! Not much further along. Still. I always have a place to come home to. have roots that I’m not likely to unearth anytime soon. Have a spot that carries my mark.
This should be my motto I think. Letting go of the dead cert, is not always a good thing, no matter what excitement it might hold…
I’m nearing another situation like that currently. I’ve never done sales. Think I’m too honest to be a sales person. Not that I can’t lie with a straight face, I can, I just don’t like cuckolding people, and I’ve been in contact with many sales people that does just that. So, I might be offered this position. It might be more stable, more money – I hope! – but will it be something I can definitely do? Can I go for it? Dare I?
In my adult life, the times when I took a chance on the unknown, it only brought good once in my life. All the other times was a huge stuff up.
Heed my words – a bird in hand is ALWAYS better than two in the bush. No matter that the bush birds are covered in gold, lay diamond eggs and piss wine. And the bird in hand just sits there and shits grain. Well, OK, I can see the attraction ;-)
And to end with this tune. And I have to say. Old Mel Gibson works for me ;-)