dynamism

"If you want something to get done, ask a busy person."

Today, I extracted data from three SNP studies, interviewed at a modeling agency, corresponded about and filled out paperwork relevant to a new job opportunity, met friends for lunch, had two counselor consultations, went to the gym, attended a catered tech nerd meet-up, played with chatroulette at a friend's, chatted in person with my new roommate, video chatted with my Boston friends, and started reading a book.

This isn't entirely a new revelation, but it's a consistent feeling - that one of accomplishment and satisfaction at having given my attention to many, diverse tasks. I like to wear a lot of hats. I thrive on being busy. More correctly, I thrive on dynamism.


And Dots. I fucking love Dots.

not a destination

A much (much) needed escape from the city and one-with-nature experience with some new wonderful friends was exactly what I was fortunate enough to have this weekend. Amazing scenery, phenomenal weather, even better conversation. Cheers to the Esalen 4. Remember, kids - happiness is not a destination.

More changes for me are on the horizon. A job change - perhaps a big one. Perhaps sending me in a direction I never could have anticipated. One that is the result of being in the right place at the right time - and an opportunity that I might regret not taking if I choose not to. And if I've learned anything so far, it's that the fear of regret is my strongest motivator.

Inspired by my trip (and one of QP's former English teachers), I leave you with some Sara Teasdale:

Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things;
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell;
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And, for the Spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Give all you have for loveliness;
Buy it, and never count the cost!
For one white, singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost;
And for a breath of ecstasy,
Give all you have been, or could be.

popcorn

Sometimes, at the end of the day, it's the little (poppable, butter-covered, fluffily wonderful) things in life that help get you through to the next.


Thank you, Orville.

trying

While I have the beginnings of a fleshed-out log of my first month experiences (and, more importantly, my thought and emotion evolutions), it's not quite ready. And unfortunately, I've been using this as a reason not to post anything - but a dear friend helped convince me that this kind of writing is a discipline, and I should be doing it daily anyway. So here goes, with an apology if there are references to things that will only be included in retrospective entries at some point in the future.



I need a new job - pretty badly. Granted, it has been nice to have some relative financial stability at a time in my life where nearly everything else has been anything but stable...however, simply put, this is not the experience I was looking for. Being broke might be a better life experience than hanging out with Excel all day. I thrive on interaction with others, and this job doesn't provide me with even a little bit of that.

However, there are leads - a friend (who barely knows me) has landed me a gig working (irregularly) for an alcohol promotions company. This friend has also potentially gotten me an interview with a prominent modeling agency in the city. And another near-stranger (from whom I will likely be renting a room come April) might be able to get me an in leading Segway tours on the Embarcadero downtown. And I made some bones yesterday doing a quick arrangement for a high school a cappella group.

Yessir, things are happening.

There is a lot that I don't know right now. Uncertainty abounds. But dammit I'm trying, and that's really all a guy can do.