Getting Your Life Together for Dummies..
Well, I almost drowned somewhere back there, having to read an average of about two novels a week, (roughly) finishing one thesis to be told to go out and start writing the second, etc.; but I did not, in fact, die at all back then, and I hope I can keep that up a while yet. Instead, let me tell you about why I'm checking my e-mail someodd fifty times a day:
The ideal plan for me in my life, now, is rolling. It should let me know by Thursday if I'm invited back for the interview stage of short-term security. If I can get through all of this, I won't have to think about my life at all for at least a year or two, which would be great for my head, considering how that's just about all I've done or been reminded to do for the past eight years or so. Oh, and I'll be leaving the United States. If, that is, I can successfully jump through these last fake finales of hoops and other miscellany.
But then, let's say I DO make it to my ideal life, for now, within six months. (And when I say "ideal," I'm implying words like practical, culturally-acceptable, and humanly-possible along with it, otherwise I would be talking about something totally different and awesome.) I can't help but feel a little guilty for abandoning the life that's cropped up here over the years . . .
hmmmmmmm, yes, that was a heavy ellipsis.
But for now, I have two Bjork tickets for me and her birthday (who, I have to say, has proved to be really and somewhat disconcertingly special to me, and probably in disguise for the first year I knew her), and yesterday this came appropriately printed on my Papa John's receipt: "Your pizza experience managed by Christ," so I know things aren't all bad. Actually, the only things bad are how all my forks and spoons are rusting to the sink, and how I seem unconsciously determined not to contact the people I love - a regrettable paradox.
In fact, things are quite good (but busy busy busy), and did I mention there's a mass doggy wedding on the horizon to look forward to?
..well, there definitely is.
The ideal plan for me in my life, now, is rolling. It should let me know by Thursday if I'm invited back for the interview stage of short-term security. If I can get through all of this, I won't have to think about my life at all for at least a year or two, which would be great for my head, considering how that's just about all I've done or been reminded to do for the past eight years or so. Oh, and I'll be leaving the United States. If, that is, I can successfully jump through these last fake finales of hoops and other miscellany.
But then, let's say I DO make it to my ideal life, for now, within six months. (And when I say "ideal," I'm implying words like practical, culturally-acceptable, and humanly-possible along with it, otherwise I would be talking about something totally different and awesome.) I can't help but feel a little guilty for abandoning the life that's cropped up here over the years . . .
hmmmmmmm, yes, that was a heavy ellipsis.
But for now, I have two Bjork tickets for me and her birthday (who, I have to say, has proved to be really and somewhat disconcertingly special to me, and probably in disguise for the first year I knew her), and yesterday this came appropriately printed on my Papa John's receipt: "Your pizza experience managed by Christ," so I know things aren't all bad. Actually, the only things bad are how all my forks and spoons are rusting to the sink, and how I seem unconsciously determined not to contact the people I love - a regrettable paradox.
In fact, things are quite good (but busy busy busy), and did I mention there's a mass doggy wedding on the horizon to look forward to?
..well, there definitely is.