dwelling in possibility

the quest of the unemployed.

I am in a seemingly large portion of the population who is currently lacking a direct deposit to her checking account. I am currently in the throws of folks who find themselves applying, applying, applying to 5, 12, 34, 52 etc jobs and come back with nothing. The days of an sort of acknowledgment are over; welcome to the herd, join the pack, take a number.

Note to self: when I am hiring later in life, treat everyone with respect. Acknowledge their humanity. Talk. Ask. Listen.

a stranger in her own country.

Some days, you are just the odd man out. Period. There really isn’t any other way to put it but bingo, you are out. I think the challenge of that comes as situations continually change, and places where I was at one time in I am now in the out. How do you explain that to someone? I think it is a situation of (when asked, I certainly do not need anymore drama) just calling what is, is.

Someone who I greatly respect has encouraged me to just stand back, be objective and just call it like I see it. It isn’t attempting to place blame, make folks defensive, or asking them to justify their said; it is merely an observation of your present circumstances.

I think the challenge in this comes after taking an objective look and realizing, in fact, through shifting currents that in fact you have become a stranger in the midst of something that is ohh so familiar. Rightly, there is a loss in this. I do think that it is right to see that there is a sadness that comes more from realizing how things have changed, but the loss that accompanies a changed landscape.

Further, there are times when you do something for someone else which is quite painful and that you certainly would not do if you didn’t want someone else’s happiness before your own. And yet, when you step out, they unfortantly come back in a negative way. You do every single thing you know how…you talk, you don’t talk, you don’t commenate, you listen, you are quite, you do things completely against your nature and the BAM, you are assumed to be doing all of the above for selfish reasons…what a paradox. The irony can be so overwhelming that you either laugh or you cry, but clearly either emotion is further misunderstood.

For someone who rarely cries, I feel like any event that would cause me to have that great of an emotional response would be cause for concern, not a red flag but at least cause to take pause….

Well, good news! today I stood up on water-skis, even if only for abit short time. I am grateful for my great coaching staff/peanut gallery’s advice bend knees/straight elbows…which devolved into stand up lean back but hunch forward. For a first time water-skiing event, I was assured by my coaches it was a success.

10,000 times…

I was recently reminded that 10,000 can be somewhat of a magic number…ie it takes about 10,000 time to become an expert/proficient/A game at most things. As I would like to become a better writer, I need to regroup with my blogging.

Yesterday, I was struck by the fact that I think I am losing brain cells due to a mix of stress and not being in school. For the past two weeks, my thoughts have consisted more with the short term…please hire me…than with what I would prefer to think about: the big picture, long term, long range issues that plague my life and the world.

I also have reaffirmed my need for structure. I can handle about a week of lazy vacation, but I still have to engage my mind with books or thought provoking conversations (which would depend on the crew I am with). In my day-to-day life, I really need structure/routine. In college that was more than class, it was meetings, Monday night dinners, Sunday brunches, Thursday night beers etc. For now, on the brink of fall in the mountains, it looks like Thursday afternoon mountain biking treks, which isn’t a bad way to get started.

BWOOL: Best Week of Our Lives 2009

MOONPIES = bwool KICKBALL CHAMPS 2009!!!

MOONPIES = bwool KICKBALL CHAMPS 2009!!!

to repeat myself…

“Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.”
— T. Roosevelt

love seattle, love craigslist, love the bike shop

perhaps posted by the good old Green Lake bike shop?

A few things from the bike shop: http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/sea/1192150038.html