Last year, I decided to skip the standard annual retrospective and opted instead for predicting what I was going to be talking about this year. As matters evolved, I was right. I predicted that I was going to be talking about my fitness journey and about my career journey. Go me!
This year, I’ve decided to do a certain special take on the year-end retrospective. Austin, the fun loving, deeply thinking, sweetly romantic Modern Philosopher who rocks his toga at his online home here, challenged us all during his final Friday Night Think Tank of the year with this question:
Did you kick ass in 2016?
Under normal circumstances, I have to stop and think hard about this one and the answer is usually a mixed bag.
Not this year.
In spite of the fact that the American voters have elected the anti-Christ to be the leader of the free world, so that we might be staring the end of the world in the face, I personally have had an amazing year.
Have you ever looked around you and realized that you were in the perfect place for your interests, your ambitions, your comfort, your enjoyment, your everything?
Let me tell you, it’s pure bliss.
Week Three of graduate school and I feel like I spent two years in exile, working in a job I was not the least bit interested in (they were nice people but … ), and now … I’ve come home.
Don’t get me wrong. There is nothing about this that is easy. I have staggering amounts of reading to do from week to week. A hundred pages for this class, a hundred pages for that class, two hundred pages for this other class over here. Because of all the reading, it feels like I live, eat and dream about anthropology. This is not a bad thing. Continue reading
Hello, fellow wanderers! As you can see, I’ve changed things up a bit around here.
I was going to wait until I got to my new digs in North Carolina before I did this but I am in such a different space than I was just last week that it made sense to me to make these changes now. Now is when my spirit has come uncaged.
A lot of things have changed and I haven’t even left yet.
As of right now, I am between jobs. No more nine-to-five for me and already I am starting to recover from the exhaustion. I really don’t know why working during the daytime hours that are normal for most people exhausts me so. At one time, I blamed it on my depression but I’ve been successfully addressing my depression with anti-depressants for several months now. Everything else is taken care of by that pharmaceutical intervention but spending five days a week in the office has been wiping me out for the last two years. No use saying I would have gotten used to it. If I didn’t get used to it in two years, I think we can safely forget about it.
Tomorrow will be the first weekday that I’ll be post-employment. The weekend has been … well, a weekend. Getting to sleep as late as I want and roll out of bed whenever is going to feel fantastic.
It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? I haven’t been writing in here much because I don’t have much to say except
I can’t wait! I can’t wait! I can’t wait! I can’t wait! I can’t wait!
and that would get pretty old pretty quick.
If I thought I was having trouble focusing on work a few weeks ago, that was nothing compared to the state of my brain right now. That’s because, right now, I am essentially doing nothing but setting up these meetings so that my successor can meet the people he needs to meet. I perform introductions, do a brief lead-in and then kick it to him to conduct his meeting.
It also has to do with the fact that I’m down to six weeks left at work.