A few days ago I decided to undertake the Herculean task of cleaning out my closet. Time to get rid of the old clothes I don’t wear anymore (office attire, anyone?) and clear out some space. This ended up being a lot more difficult than I ever could have imagined – not that I was sad to see the old clothes go or for any kind of sentimental reasons, but rather, in many ways, I realized that (symbolically, anyway) I was cleaning out and getting rid of my old life. Continue reading
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April, already? Well, we are a quarter of the way through 2013 and it is safe to conclude that I am still a disaster. A certified, walking/eating/sleeping/breathing/flying disaster. So what’s new, right? Continue reading
Happy New Year! (yeah, yeah, I know, we’re more than half way through January. Sue me.). Back to the grind, shaking off the holiday rust, and reflecting on the year that just passed and contemplating the year ahead.
2012 was a very odd year for me. I think in many ways I was suffering from a bit of whiplash: emotional, mental, intellectual. A neurotic mess. I was (am?) really, really tired of having everything be so difficult, feeling like every part of my life was a struggle, working way too hard at things yet having them be nowhere near even mediocre. I don’t mean to sound all whiny, but I couldn’t help but have a few “why me / poor me” moments. Continue reading
Enough. I have had enough.
Fine, whatever. The universe wins. I don’t even care anymore and have lost any interest or inclination to fight. I’m resigned to the fact that life is just going to keep throwing shit my way and there is nothing I can do about it.
Sorry to be a downer. That’s not my intention – rather, I’m just trying to be honest and realistic so I can deal accordingly. That’s the ugly truth. Continue reading
Holy crap, how is it July already? Is 2012 really half over? If the insanity and utter chaos of the past several weeks is any indication, the holidays will be here in a hot second.
I know I’ve been a bit silent on the old blog here recently, thanks to a ridiculous amount of chaos, confusion, drama, weather-related panics, postapocalyptic preparations and other craziness. Needless to say it’s been an eventful start to the summer, a season which this year I vowed would be my “summer of fun”.
Earlier today, I had a conversation with a professional contact with whom my contract was coming to an end. After closing out the transition discussion and asking me what I was doing next, he told me quite simply:
“You need to get your shit together. What do you want? Want to do you want to do? Make it happen!”
The worst part is, he’s right. I think. Or not? Continue reading