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Been a while since I updated this thing, and now that I have some things to talk about, I figure "what the hell?"
So I have been reading some interesting things in my mgt 465 class, as it is quite possibly the only intellectually stimulating class I have this semester. We are talking about emotional intelligence, and what it takes to lead with empathy. Which I immediately thought ot Machiavelli, and his notion about being a dissonant leader, and lead with fear. Resonant leaders lead with love and are emotionally in tune with themselves and those that they lead. Much harder to do, but more effective if you ask me. Now we're talkin about managing transitions, and the notion of death to continue. It is not the changes that make people sad or upset or uncomfortable, it is the loss of the old. Thus, we die before we can move on and be reborn. All of this links me back to that week over the summer, when my eyes we're opened for the first time, and I saw the prison surrounding us. Then again, I eat this shit with a spoon for breakfast, so I'll stop here. For those interesting in knowing more, you know how to contact me.
So I have been thinkin a lot about my future, where I'm going -- my ideal self. And as foreign as this might sound to some people, I am looking into starting my new life after college in Tampa. It is a new area, and with more Yankees fans than I can shake a stick at. I want to be on my own as soon as possible. I really don't want to live with one of my parents while I work or look for a job. Maybe because the home life isn't all that great (not not what it used to be -- that part of my life is over, and accepting the fact that it is gone is the first step to being comfortable in the new level, and leaving the "neutral zone" or limbo stage...bah there I go again, rambling about shit that only I care about. Then again this is MY journal, and my continuous thoughts, so deal with it), but the more I think about it, the more I believe its about being on my own, and not wanting to go back to the past. Well, not the past, but it is time to move on and go forth. And I realize that the only acceptance I need to seek is acceptance from myself; I dont need someone to tell me what I can or cannot do, or go. Not that I do anyway, but point being I live for me (yet there are some whom I go out of my way for, like Megan; after all if I didn't love the girl I wouldn't be with her since I'm graduating in a few short months. Altho I find my patience running extremely thin for a lot of people down here. and I am really noticing the maturity difference between me and the freshman; many times we are worlds apart. is it being cynical or mature? I'm not too sure. (I told you this was continuous conscious ramblings)), which is most likely the underlying reason for being on my own. So we will see what the future holds for me; all I know is that I intend to write my own future.
So I have been reading some interesting things in my mgt 465 class, as it is quite possibly the only intellectually stimulating class I have this semester. We are talking about emotional intelligence, and what it takes to lead with empathy. Which I immediately thought ot Machiavelli, and his notion about being a dissonant leader, and lead with fear. Resonant leaders lead with love and are emotionally in tune with themselves and those that they lead. Much harder to do, but more effective if you ask me. Now we're talkin about managing transitions, and the notion of death to continue. It is not the changes that make people sad or upset or uncomfortable, it is the loss of the old. Thus, we die before we can move on and be reborn. All of this links me back to that week over the summer, when my eyes we're opened for the first time, and I saw the prison surrounding us. Then again, I eat this shit with a spoon for breakfast, so I'll stop here. For those interesting in knowing more, you know how to contact me.
So I have been thinkin a lot about my future, where I'm going -- my ideal self. And as foreign as this might sound to some people, I am looking into starting my new life after college in Tampa. It is a new area, and with more Yankees fans than I can shake a stick at. I want to be on my own as soon as possible. I really don't want to live with one of my parents while I work or look for a job. Maybe because the home life isn't all that great (not not what it used to be -- that part of my life is over, and accepting the fact that it is gone is the first step to being comfortable in the new level, and leaving the "neutral zone" or limbo stage...bah there I go again, rambling about shit that only I care about. Then again this is MY journal, and my continuous thoughts, so deal with it), but the more I think about it, the more I believe its about being on my own, and not wanting to go back to the past. Well, not the past, but it is time to move on and go forth. And I realize that the only acceptance I need to seek is acceptance from myself; I dont need someone to tell me what I can or cannot do, or go. Not that I do anyway, but point being I live for me (yet there are some whom I go out of my way for, like Megan; after all if I didn't love the girl I wouldn't be with her since I'm graduating in a few short months. Altho I find my patience running extremely thin for a lot of people down here. and I am really noticing the maturity difference between me and the freshman; many times we are worlds apart. is it being cynical or mature? I'm not too sure. (I told you this was continuous conscious ramblings)), which is most likely the underlying reason for being on my own. So we will see what the future holds for me; all I know is that I intend to write my own future.