Up nice and early.
Stomach growling.
Still an hour before I need to start the day.
Managed to finish a book yesterday evening and it feels like a big accomplishment. Only took several weeks to finish and yet I want to pick up another book just to see if my penchant for reading grows anew.
The sketchpad and pencils sit alongside the bed on a new shelf, waiting to be handled.
Stomach growling.
Still an hour before I need to start the day.
Managed to finish a book yesterday evening and it feels like a big accomplishment. Only took several weeks to finish and yet I want to pick up another book just to see if my penchant for reading grows anew.
The sketchpad and pencils sit alongside the bed on a new shelf, waiting to be handled.
New sketchpad.
New set of drawing implements.
New lease on life?
Not quite, but I'm looking for that long awaited release and maybe I can find it in sketching.
New set of drawing implements.
New lease on life?
Not quite, but I'm looking for that long awaited release and maybe I can find it in sketching.
For as well as things seem to be going at work, they're really not that good.
Listening to the grapevine tells you that people are ready to leave at a moment's notice and I, for one, am one of those, but not without a safety net. And with that, I polish up my résumé and cover letter and get ready to take on new challenges, those which I so handily avoided when I was finishing up college years ago. Feeling myself unready for the corporate environment, I often found myself talking myself out of jobs during the interview and settling for a job that was beneath my learned skills.
Immaturity and fear guided my motives then and now those traits have made way for the aged, more experienced person. An environ which I was so eager to avoid is now one for which I feel myself ready (perhaps 10-12 years after the fact.) So the prospect of a new job has my mind reeling even if I haven't even gotten a bite from said company... and the dreamer continues to dream and consider the possibilities.
Listening to the grapevine tells you that people are ready to leave at a moment's notice and I, for one, am one of those, but not without a safety net. And with that, I polish up my résumé and cover letter and get ready to take on new challenges, those which I so handily avoided when I was finishing up college years ago. Feeling myself unready for the corporate environment, I often found myself talking myself out of jobs during the interview and settling for a job that was beneath my learned skills.
Immaturity and fear guided my motives then and now those traits have made way for the aged, more experienced person. An environ which I was so eager to avoid is now one for which I feel myself ready (perhaps 10-12 years after the fact.) So the prospect of a new job has my mind reeling even if I haven't even gotten a bite from said company... and the dreamer continues to dream and consider the possibilities.
Life and work have been a bit stale.
Looking for new goals to set and achieve.
Right now, a half marathon is the goal of choice... and I tread lightly because every time I seem to set a regular running regimen, I'm prone to ankle injury. I got this wild hare up my ass as I rode shotgun on the way to work today. 13.1... 26.2... 13.1... 26.2... I see these fuckin' stickers everywhere.
Being as this is the only viable exercise opportunity for now, I'm going to grasp it by the short and curlies and I'm looking for this to be the avenue to open up other things for me.
Looking for new goals to set and achieve.
Right now, a half marathon is the goal of choice... and I tread lightly because every time I seem to set a regular running regimen, I'm prone to ankle injury. I got this wild hare up my ass as I rode shotgun on the way to work today. 13.1... 26.2... 13.1... 26.2... I see these fuckin' stickers everywhere.
Being as this is the only viable exercise opportunity for now, I'm going to grasp it by the short and curlies and I'm looking for this to be the avenue to open up other things for me.
Observations
The great thing about living and working with your girlfriend is that you spend all day with her.
The bad thing about living and working with your girlfriend is that you spend all day with her.
Seriously though, it's nice to get a mini-break away from each other when we can. A good thing about our relationship is that she is pretty reasonable when it comes to down time. She can do her thing and I can go about doing mine.
I need a hobby. Perhaps yours will do?
I'm thinking it's time to get back to kicking ass and taking names, but practicing will work just fine too.
The great thing about living and working with your girlfriend is that you spend all day with her.
The bad thing about living and working with your girlfriend is that you spend all day with her.
Seriously though, it's nice to get a mini-break away from each other when we can. A good thing about our relationship is that she is pretty reasonable when it comes to down time. She can do her thing and I can go about doing mine.
I need a hobby. Perhaps yours will do?
I'm thinking it's time to get back to kicking ass and taking names, but practicing will work just fine too.
Trying to make a valid attempt at relaxing but there's way too much nervous energy in here.
Maybe one or two or six of these will pacify me.
Maybe one or two or six of these will pacify me.
Nope... music is not dead.
Love these gals (enough to drive two hours one way and then back after the show.)
Looking forward to seeing them again in a couple of weeks or so.
Love these gals (enough to drive two hours one way and then back after the show.)
Looking forward to seeing them again in a couple of weeks or so.
There was something about this Monday in particular that didn't exactly feel like a Monday: cutting up and being a clown at work all while managing to be semi-productive. I'm not sure why it is that I feel the need to cut the silence to crack some random corny/cheesy jokes, but today was jampacked with juvenile humor.
Nonetheless, I split the day and had lunch with the g/f in the park and without getting into too many specifics, we discussed what seemed to be a reasonable and viable business venture. We brainstormed a bit while we ate and talked about why it could work and what made it innovative. I threw a flurry of questions at her about what the target market would be, what the name of the business would be and even managed to add a little twist to what it was she'd really like to accomplish with the business. Seems I captured her attention with my idea and it really got the wheels turning.
Now... to hash it out and see if this thing can honestly turn a profit.
Nonetheless, I split the day and had lunch with the g/f in the park and without getting into too many specifics, we discussed what seemed to be a reasonable and viable business venture. We brainstormed a bit while we ate and talked about why it could work and what made it innovative. I threw a flurry of questions at her about what the target market would be, what the name of the business would be and even managed to add a little twist to what it was she'd really like to accomplish with the business. Seems I captured her attention with my idea and it really got the wheels turning.
Now... to hash it out and see if this thing can honestly turn a profit.
A little too tired.
Generally worn out.
Getting a bit fluffy.
Gotta do something about it.
Starting today.
Generally worn out.
Getting a bit fluffy.
Gotta do something about it.
Starting today.
Jamaican food is an aphrodisiac, or suffice to say, the prospect of making and eating Jamaican food gets the girlfriend extremely happy and warmed up.
Yesterday we went to our favorite Caribbean joint for some curry goat and beef patties, two staples of the Jamaican diet it seems. She'd only mentioned going for it the day before for lunch but I passed on it since it would take too much time out of our workday... but this day, she needed it.
The day seemed to be against her; too many things had forged a maelstrom in her head. Too many thoughts, not enough focus. I was stepping out of my home office when she came into the apartment. "I ran into the gate. Don't ask me how," were her words. Following her order, I went outside as I'd needed to run a bank errand for myself. Sure enough, she'd bent the exit gate to our apartment complex. When I returned home, she was on the phone with her insurance companies and though she didn't show it right there, I knew she was frazzled.
Back to the subject at hand...
She needed Jamaican food and in a bad way. As we sat and waited for our order, we came across an ad for a market that catered to the island cuisine she so loved and wouldn't you know that it was fairly close to where we live. I promised her a trip there and so we went today.
It was a small market filled with wonderful aromas and sounds of joyful island music. She was totally at home in there, waxing nostalgic about the memories of growing up with these types of foods in her grandmama's house.
I snapped a few pics of interesting products while she shopped around for some spices and some goat meat.
"Oh, I just have to tell my sister about this place," she mused. The joy in her face was almost palpable.
We stopped on the way home at the grocery for a few more odds and ends and no sooner did we arrive home before she hopped in the kitchen and starting plodding away and making some traditional Jamaican food.
Ah yes. Today, Mr. Ice Cube, was a much better day than yours.
Yesterday we went to our favorite Caribbean joint for some curry goat and beef patties, two staples of the Jamaican diet it seems. She'd only mentioned going for it the day before for lunch but I passed on it since it would take too much time out of our workday... but this day, she needed it.
The day seemed to be against her; too many things had forged a maelstrom in her head. Too many thoughts, not enough focus. I was stepping out of my home office when she came into the apartment. "I ran into the gate. Don't ask me how," were her words. Following her order, I went outside as I'd needed to run a bank errand for myself. Sure enough, she'd bent the exit gate to our apartment complex. When I returned home, she was on the phone with her insurance companies and though she didn't show it right there, I knew she was frazzled.
Back to the subject at hand...
She needed Jamaican food and in a bad way. As we sat and waited for our order, we came across an ad for a market that catered to the island cuisine she so loved and wouldn't you know that it was fairly close to where we live. I promised her a trip there and so we went today.
It was a small market filled with wonderful aromas and sounds of joyful island music. She was totally at home in there, waxing nostalgic about the memories of growing up with these types of foods in her grandmama's house.
I snapped a few pics of interesting products while she shopped around for some spices and some goat meat.
"Oh, I just have to tell my sister about this place," she mused. The joy in her face was almost palpable.
We stopped on the way home at the grocery for a few more odds and ends and no sooner did we arrive home before she hopped in the kitchen and starting plodding away and making some traditional Jamaican food.
Ah yes. Today, Mr. Ice Cube, was a much better day than yours.
