Ladies and gentlemen your friendly neighborhood Greenius has hit the wall. I am dog tired.
And I’m cranky – angry even – I’ve got no patience left.
My lips no longer pucker to kiss politicians ass and I find that I can no longer suffer fools gladly.
I need a break, right now, before I snap.
So I’m finally taking one.
A year-long one.
A #YearOfJoe sabbatical.
Starting on my 60th birthday next month.
I’ve been talking about doing this for a long time now – ever since my colleagues at 350.org began taking 3 month long sabbaticals a few years ago and the whole notion of a sabbatical hit my radar screen. But it seemed pretty impossible once I became The Godfather of Community Choice Power in Los Angeles County – The Big Green Mafia Don as the wing nut fossil fuel lovers dubbed me.
I told everyone, that of course, I wouldn’t take all that time off, and I certainly couldn’t start in September, just because that’s when my birthday was. Especially not right now since we’re in crunch time when cities have to make their decisions, with the County pushing hard and pulling out all the stops to get all our South Bay Clean Power cities to join the County’s program (even though the County’s numbers don’t add up and their plan is the same old consultants’ scam, and dishonest politicians and their cronies are blowing smoke every time they open their mouthes, and who else but me could possibly stop them and make things right?) So, no way was I taking a year off. Maybe one day off every weekend, I decided.
Except my soul and spirit rebelled and I suddenly reached the exact moment where I just stopped giving a shit.
Completely and sweepingly.
About all of it.
The time came when I smelled the coffee and looked at myself and said to myself,