OK, so 2013 saw a lot of high hopes, and an almost equal amount of said hopes never leaving the ground. I went into 2014 with a "I just hope it doesn't suck" attitude, and let me tell you...
It works!
I'm taking this whole "graduated and trying to find a place in the world" a bit more slowly, more methodically, and I'm not stressing about it anymore. I realized that I can't change the outcome of 90% of the things I deal with, and my stress levels have gone down accordingly. I also realized that 90% of my stress was coming from just one thing.
My old job.
Sounds bad? It does. The job was more boring than anything. Expectations were low, but I wasn't empowered to really fix anything. "Armed with an apology" is the best way I can sum it up. That and it was a real dead end. The guy that hired me was there for 10 years before he got bumped up to that seat. It was a combination of boredom and fatalism. Sure, my co workers were awesome (If you've managed to find my blog: I miss you guys)
So yea, the one big thing that changed was my employment, and everything around my life adjusted accordingly. Met some new people, made some new friends, and my sons discovered Lego.
...that last one is huge.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Friday, August 8, 2014
Waybackwhen
Dig back about 13 years, and you'll find that I used to live in the middle of Utah. (I know, I know) I was a week away from my 20th birthday, and I had yet to do anything with my life. I wasn't going to college, or even had a job lined up. I was invited by a friend to spend a few days, and discovered the rent was really cheap.
It felt more like running away from home than moving out, but that's another story.
I did a lot of swing dancing. A lot as in the group I found that officially danced every Saturday would also gather several times during the week at other appointed times and do likewise. I make no claim to being good at Lindy Hop, but I enjoyed myself immensely. I also met a lot of people. Made a lot of friends.
I only lived out there for 15 months. The start of one summer to the end of the next. I didn't think I would be back in NY for very long, expecting to return within a few months. Didn't happen. I wasn't expecting to lose touch with, well, almost everyone. It was years later (about 7 or so) that I started to find a few here and there on facebook. Some others, though, not so much.
It's a somewhat melancholy thought, that there are people I may never see again.
It felt more like running away from home than moving out, but that's another story.
I did a lot of swing dancing. A lot as in the group I found that officially danced every Saturday would also gather several times during the week at other appointed times and do likewise. I make no claim to being good at Lindy Hop, but I enjoyed myself immensely. I also met a lot of people. Made a lot of friends.
I only lived out there for 15 months. The start of one summer to the end of the next. I didn't think I would be back in NY for very long, expecting to return within a few months. Didn't happen. I wasn't expecting to lose touch with, well, almost everyone. It was years later (about 7 or so) that I started to find a few here and there on facebook. Some others, though, not so much.
It's a somewhat melancholy thought, that there are people I may never see again.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Ok then.
I admit, blogging has slipped pretty far down the priorities list. I do too much "real life" stuff that gets in the way. I may still do a lot of pointless rambling, but it's been mostly toward my wife while I stare at the ceiling.
She is an incredibly patient woman.
She is an incredibly patient woman.
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Obligatory New Years day post
I like routine, until I get bored. Then I like excitement and change, until I get overwhelmed. Then I go back to liking routine. It's a cycle that finds itself exacerbated in the final weeks of the year. I used to look forward to ringing in the new year, now I'm just glad that the seemingly endless reasons to decorate are over.
December 26 is typically the day I want my house devoid of any seasonal decorations. Gone, out, packed up. I once wanted to decorate a tree with simple, newly made paper ornaments and only light it with colored spotlights. That way I could have it taken down and out in mere seconds.
It never came down very quickly when I was a kid. I remember one year the tree was still up in February. That was the real problem with having a fake tree, it could stay. A real one would die, dry up, present itself as a fire hazard that forced people to remove it. But a deep green polymer pine standing in the living room could be there so long the residents forget to even notice it. It just hides in the room, taking up half the space and turning into the night light of the house. Such was the case when I was a kid, it just lived there. It would be there so long it blended in with the natural order, such that trying to remove ornaments in a pretense to its disappearance was disturbing such order to such a degree that my attempts were thwarted.
I once suggested an old, old, incredibly old school Christmas decorating time frame by setting up our tree on Christmas Eve, and taking it down on Epiphany (Jan 6). My wife replied with the kind of stare that could freeze oil.
I've resigned myself to the fact that stores have valentines displays out already.
December 26 is typically the day I want my house devoid of any seasonal decorations. Gone, out, packed up. I once wanted to decorate a tree with simple, newly made paper ornaments and only light it with colored spotlights. That way I could have it taken down and out in mere seconds.
It never came down very quickly when I was a kid. I remember one year the tree was still up in February. That was the real problem with having a fake tree, it could stay. A real one would die, dry up, present itself as a fire hazard that forced people to remove it. But a deep green polymer pine standing in the living room could be there so long the residents forget to even notice it. It just hides in the room, taking up half the space and turning into the night light of the house. Such was the case when I was a kid, it just lived there. It would be there so long it blended in with the natural order, such that trying to remove ornaments in a pretense to its disappearance was disturbing such order to such a degree that my attempts were thwarted.
I once suggested an old, old, incredibly old school Christmas decorating time frame by setting up our tree on Christmas Eve, and taking it down on Epiphany (Jan 6). My wife replied with the kind of stare that could freeze oil.
I've resigned myself to the fact that stores have valentines displays out already.
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