no talent for history
This past New Year Eve, I had dinner with small circle of friends, and like a group therapist, I said, "A'ight, now we're going to go around the table and say what 2015 is to you. What are you going to make it? You know, like that lame-ass, '2012, make it happen!' trend."
Of course, I got the following answers:
"Uhh, I dunno. Come back to me."
"Uhh, 2015 ... not 2014?"
And of course, "2015 ... the year of my mid-life crisis?"
Mine is: 2015: MOVE
As in, 2015: GIT OFF YO AZZ
Now, knowing that large, daunting goals overwhelm me and I end up drooling in bed worrying about them, I'm doing what I do with brilliant Halloween costumes: Coming up with tiny, modest goals just as the inspiration strikes, and sometimes retrospectively.
So, January: Updated professional and personal profile to put my best foot forward.
So far no bites in terms of what those two updates intended, but I at least did reconnect with several long lost friends, which is amazing.
I also had a short falling-out with the good doctor (which has since been 50% patched), and strangely, that also opened up my energy (e.g. I stopped appearing to be cockblocked?), so suddenly strangers were really engaging with me again. Hell, I got invited to a child's birthday party by these two Eastcoasters I met in a carpool. I got invited to drinks by a random CEO. Of course, those two and more fell through (contact fizzled, everyone got busy), so there's more leg to show on that front.
February: Finally sent in my passport renewal application. And, I read The Rape of Nanking by Iris Chang, a depressing tribute to Chinese New Year. I am a dumb-ass clod in that I didn't realize my father was born just as the war was building in China. I will have to, if he's ever open to discussion, ask him a bit about it. He's been very closed and angry about discussing his childhood, though.
Now let's try planning ahead for March: Continue on this Iris Chang bent and read Finding Iris Chang by Paula Kamen, about the writer's life and suicide. Read The Chinese in America as well. I am anticipating finding out that some of my frustrations about how people interact with me are not so misplaced.
I am hoping that by the end of the year, I have a fabulous new job and much nicer place to live. Le sigh.
I've also got a crazy project idea that would take about a year to complete, a moderate amount of funding, and a lot of time off and travel. But I've got to do it before somebody else does it, and poorly.
Of course, I got the following answers:
"Uhh, I dunno. Come back to me."
"Uhh, 2015 ... not 2014?"
And of course, "2015 ... the year of my mid-life crisis?"
Mine is: 2015: MOVE
As in, 2015: GIT OFF YO AZZ
Now, knowing that large, daunting goals overwhelm me and I end up drooling in bed worrying about them, I'm doing what I do with brilliant Halloween costumes: Coming up with tiny, modest goals just as the inspiration strikes, and sometimes retrospectively.
So, January: Updated professional and personal profile to put my best foot forward.
So far no bites in terms of what those two updates intended, but I at least did reconnect with several long lost friends, which is amazing.
I also had a short falling-out with the good doctor (which has since been 50% patched), and strangely, that also opened up my energy (e.g. I stopped appearing to be cockblocked?), so suddenly strangers were really engaging with me again. Hell, I got invited to a child's birthday party by these two Eastcoasters I met in a carpool. I got invited to drinks by a random CEO. Of course, those two and more fell through (contact fizzled, everyone got busy), so there's more leg to show on that front.
February: Finally sent in my passport renewal application. And, I read The Rape of Nanking by Iris Chang, a depressing tribute to Chinese New Year. I am a dumb-ass clod in that I didn't realize my father was born just as the war was building in China. I will have to, if he's ever open to discussion, ask him a bit about it. He's been very closed and angry about discussing his childhood, though.
Now let's try planning ahead for March: Continue on this Iris Chang bent and read Finding Iris Chang by Paula Kamen, about the writer's life and suicide. Read The Chinese in America as well. I am anticipating finding out that some of my frustrations about how people interact with me are not so misplaced.
I am hoping that by the end of the year, I have a fabulous new job and much nicer place to live. Le sigh.
I've also got a crazy project idea that would take about a year to complete, a moderate amount of funding, and a lot of time off and travel. But I've got to do it before somebody else does it, and poorly.