I continue to apply to jobs with urgency.
I am comforted that it is now only the third month after graduation. This isn't a failure to launch, just delayed for stormy weather.
Besides, March in College Station is rather fun (not to mention profitable) with Beerfest and the insanity that is St. Patrick's Day at O'Bannon's.
Nevertheless. DO NOT think I am getting comfortable here. I stand poised to conquer the world and I'm not going to wait for some employer to make that happen.
If need be I will take things into my own hands probably in April or May.
Options include starting an escort service, becoming a itinerant musician (need to start those guitar lessons) or establishing myself as the dictator of a small Central American nation (I hear all you need is a military).
I'm kidding. Sort of.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
When I started this blog, I thought I was going to write about my adventures traveling the world.
As most of you know, instead of going to Dubai, I am now searching for a job and trying to redefine my direction. Again.
Nevertheless, I have decided to press on and write my story... even if the setting is College Station, Texas instead of Dubai.
As most of you know, instead of going to Dubai, I am now searching for a job and trying to redefine my direction. Again.
Nevertheless, I have decided to press on and write my story... even if the setting is College Station, Texas instead of Dubai.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Job search
Today was full of pain.
Weirdly, I'm not crying.
Maybe this is a sign of being grown up? I don't want pity, revenge, justice or even a break.
All I want is a single quiet moment when I can just say: all is right with the world.
And so, I'm running to get there...
Like a cheetah stalking a gazelle. Rawr!
Weirdly, I'm not crying.
Maybe this is a sign of being grown up? I don't want pity, revenge, justice or even a break.
All I want is a single quiet moment when I can just say: all is right with the world.
And so, I'm running to get there...
Like a cheetah stalking a gazelle. Rawr!
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
stopping for a moment
Everything has changed. Everything.
I'm breathless at how quickly all my well-constructed plans have vanished. All that time, effort - gone. Simply gone.
I'm going to need some time to cry a little. Something has died after all.
And it will be fine... Doubts become certainties. New opportunities appear. And even that dark thick choking gnawing fear? Peace comes.
The hurricane smashes your house to bits. But you rebuild. You hang up new pictures. You make new memories and you let yourself laugh again. It's part of being human.
Some day I will sit on a beach somewhere with no more on my mind than how warm and nice the sun feels. That's a good hope.
But here is the hope above hope - more awesomely powerful than death itself - higher than the whole world!
I am loved.
I'm breathless at how quickly all my well-constructed plans have vanished. All that time, effort - gone. Simply gone.
I'm going to need some time to cry a little. Something has died after all.
And it will be fine... Doubts become certainties. New opportunities appear. And even that dark thick choking gnawing fear? Peace comes.
The hurricane smashes your house to bits. But you rebuild. You hang up new pictures. You make new memories and you let yourself laugh again. It's part of being human.
Some day I will sit on a beach somewhere with no more on my mind than how warm and nice the sun feels. That's a good hope.
But here is the hope above hope - more awesomely powerful than death itself - higher than the whole world!
I am loved.
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