This post comes to you from Squatter Central (aka a family member's abode). As I am currently not working, it is necessary for me to leave my house before noon every other Friday for 3-4 hours, so my cleaning fairy can work her magic. I've found that she's able to to a complete job that way, instead of avoiding the office where I would be (and have been) holed up working or goofing around on the Internet. With my absence, she's thorough...and I like that.
As it sit in this quiet and cold house, I'm actually getting some things accomplished. I am returning email, sending resumes to contacts asking for it, making plans for the weekend and keeping in touch with the world around me via Facebook. It has also gotten me outside of my cave; something which I have only done once this week - excluding this trip.
I'm also trying to do some shopping. I received nice Amazon.com gift from my parents and was told to 'splurge' on myself. Problem is, I am part of a DINK household; basically, a large child with paychecks (or unemployment checks at the moment). After the bills and necessities are paid, there's (usually) plenty of room to play. The point being, if I want something, I buy it. Plain and simple. Needless to say, Christmas and my birthday present quite a challenge for people wanting to 'gift' me. So here I sit, amazing gift card in email confirmation...and I can't for the life of me, figure out what I want! ARRRGH!
At first, I was interested in a Vitamix blender - it's commercial grade and does almost everything but your dishes for you. The Vitamix is $500+. My gift card is very generous...but not THAT generous. Then I recalled the Ninja Kitchen System infomercials; watched on many an insomnia plagued night/early morning and researched those. They are much more reasonable at about $160. Please note: I have a perfectly functioning blender that gets used to puree my famous vodka cream sauce. So I really don't need a blender. So I started checking out Move games for my Sony PS3. Nothing blew my hair back or curled my toes. I need a pair of running shoes so I can begin training for the Vancouver USA half marathon in June; so I checked out the women's Nike Free Run+ 2 that I just loooove. Then I remembered that a friend/Nike employee is helping me out with the hook up; I am waiting to hear back from her. So, no shoes. WHAT TO DO!?
I guess this is the point where I should say that I am happy, content and all is well with the world. Don't get me wrong, other than I need to be working, I am very content...but this indecision is driving me C R A Z Y. It's also annoying me that this indecision could have bearing on other aspects in my life such as my career, family and friends. As far as being a techie goddess, yes, I love it. I love answering questions, analyzing problems and arriving at the most viable solution. I also love to train and teach. I like to think I am making a difference by educating and empowering...thus aiding people to be better. I need to find a career path that will encapsulate both of those aspects into one fabulous job. I may have found it, but cant be quite sure yet. Again, indecision. As far as family is concerned, I'm undecided on if I can ask the difficult questions that I need to. Am I really ready to hear the answers? Friendships...I'm just not ready to go there. Make no mistake, I have a tight circle that includes some of the absolutely, bar none, best in the world. I know they would travel to the moon and back if I needed it, but there are a few that I am beginning to waffle and wonder about.
It's a terrible thing to not know what you want. It tends to trickle it's way into many areas of one's life. All because I can't figure out what to buy. It may be high time to start asking the hard questions and making the hard decisions.
My solace has now been invaded, and I believe my squatter's rights have been evoked; for the house has now been invaded by cranky, loudly yelling people who are demanding my attention. Time to go!
So I'll leave you with this: What's for dinner? I just can't decide.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Everyone Has a Story
I admit, I can be impatient...especially when I have things to do and places to be. Take today for example; I had many stops to make - fairly early this morning - before I sent my project off...so I was focused and on a mission. I arrive at the the Mailboxes Etc. type place to have my items notarized when there is a woman ahead of me. She's just yakking away with the clerk oblivious to everything else. The clerk sees me shift my weight (as I tend to do when I am quickly losing my cool) and looks me square in the eye. I am sure that my face gave me away: shut her the hell up and move it along already, I am in a hurry! After the clerk eyed me, the lady turns to see me standing there about to turn red...and keeps on with the chatter!! It wasn't mindless chatter either, oh no. It was highly personal and she was just going on and on. Finally the clerks tells her to wait a moment (as she fidgets for something in her bag) and moves to help me. Now, I'm going to preface this by stating that it is plainly printed on the store front window three times "NOTARY"...only to have the clerk to tell me "we don't do that anymore." It was all I could do to keep it together. The first thought that popped into my head: Well, why don't you take all those stickers off your store front, hmmmm? The next thoughts were not very nice at all as I stomped out in search of another postal type location. Wouldn't you know it? Chatty Kathy decides she is actually finished and saunters out behind me to a running SUV. I got into my car, whipped on my seat belt, turned the ignition key, threw it in reverse and all but screeched out of the parking lot. Not letting Chatty Kathy's ride pull out in front of me. I wasn't waiting for her any longer!
My next stop was the Postal Annex, where they thankfully, had a notary. So my project was notarized, now to Kinko's/FedEx for copies. No hitches there (blessedly). Off to the courthouse.
Have you ever been to a court house? It's not a fun place to be (unless you're getting married, and even then that could be questionable). I arrive at the local court house, located in downtown Vantucky, find a parking spot and drop a quarter into the meter. That buys me 30 minutes. Plenty of time. I forgot about the TSA-esque security...AND the fact that I was wearing jeans that require a belt because they are now too large. Into the door I go and begin with the security crap: documents on the x-ray belt, keys in the purse, Blackberry in the purse, purse on the x-ray belt, off with the coat and then...off with the belt to go into the x-ray machine. Yes, my cheapo belt sets of the damned metal detectors. No sooner than the belt comes off...I start to lose my jeans. #$%@!!! I KNEW this would happen. Flash back to a largely embarrassing moment at PDX Int'l airport when my pants actually fell off while standing in the scanner. !@#$%!!! This is not good. I was able to hold onto my jeans while walking through the detector, snatch my belt and get it back on me in record time. I grabbed the rest of my crap and headed downstairs.
I asked you previously if you've ever been to a courthouse. It's not a fun place nor is it a happy place, but there are certainly many types of people there. I'm sure I didn't see them all, but I heard plenty. The mother who came in regarding a warrant for her 15 year old son who stole a car and went joy riding. While drunk. Or the Hispanic family trying to talk to the clerk who spoke Russian and English with a heavy Russian accent. Or the attorneys snickering and chatting amongst themselves in their really nice suits. I dropped off my project and walked out. I didn't want to be there longer than I had to. Just outside the courthouse there were a multitude of people: some homeless, a small family that looked like they were on hard times, and a woman who was crying loudly. I tried not to stare, so I glanced sideways while I walked across the street to my car. Once across the street (and out of her field of vision) I watched her more closely. She was distraught and hysterical as she was talking to someone in a van. I thought: now what is her story? What would cause such a public emotional outburst like that? What caused her to reach her limit? Then I flashed back to Chatty Kathy at the postal place...and as I thought about her I noted that she was nervous, very nervous. Talking about how the package had to get there as the person was going into surgery, then recovery for 3 days and then moving to another care facility. Chatty wasn't going to be able to contact her for 3 months. Very sad. Having arrived at my car, I looked back at the courthouse and saw that the woman had made it to the steps and sat down. All of her belongings were strewn about her and she was weeping inconsolably. And no one even blinked an eye. I turned to my parking meter and dropped an extra quarter in it, hoping to brighten a strangers day just a little...and left.
I reminded myself of the following quote (that is incorporated in a dear friend's email signature): "Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle." As the title states: Everyone has a story.
So please, if you see or hear me starting with the snark about the general population...feel free to tell me to simmer down. Because everyone has a story. Sometime soon...it could be me or it could be you.
My next stop was the Postal Annex, where they thankfully, had a notary. So my project was notarized, now to Kinko's/FedEx for copies. No hitches there (blessedly). Off to the courthouse.
Have you ever been to a court house? It's not a fun place to be (unless you're getting married, and even then that could be questionable). I arrive at the local court house, located in downtown Vantucky, find a parking spot and drop a quarter into the meter. That buys me 30 minutes. Plenty of time. I forgot about the TSA-esque security...AND the fact that I was wearing jeans that require a belt because they are now too large. Into the door I go and begin with the security crap: documents on the x-ray belt, keys in the purse, Blackberry in the purse, purse on the x-ray belt, off with the coat and then...off with the belt to go into the x-ray machine. Yes, my cheapo belt sets of the damned metal detectors. No sooner than the belt comes off...I start to lose my jeans. #$%@!!! I KNEW this would happen. Flash back to a largely embarrassing moment at PDX Int'l airport when my pants actually fell off while standing in the scanner. !@#$%!!! This is not good. I was able to hold onto my jeans while walking through the detector, snatch my belt and get it back on me in record time. I grabbed the rest of my crap and headed downstairs.
I asked you previously if you've ever been to a courthouse. It's not a fun place nor is it a happy place, but there are certainly many types of people there. I'm sure I didn't see them all, but I heard plenty. The mother who came in regarding a warrant for her 15 year old son who stole a car and went joy riding. While drunk. Or the Hispanic family trying to talk to the clerk who spoke Russian and English with a heavy Russian accent. Or the attorneys snickering and chatting amongst themselves in their really nice suits. I dropped off my project and walked out. I didn't want to be there longer than I had to. Just outside the courthouse there were a multitude of people: some homeless, a small family that looked like they were on hard times, and a woman who was crying loudly. I tried not to stare, so I glanced sideways while I walked across the street to my car. Once across the street (and out of her field of vision) I watched her more closely. She was distraught and hysterical as she was talking to someone in a van. I thought: now what is her story? What would cause such a public emotional outburst like that? What caused her to reach her limit? Then I flashed back to Chatty Kathy at the postal place...and as I thought about her I noted that she was nervous, very nervous. Talking about how the package had to get there as the person was going into surgery, then recovery for 3 days and then moving to another care facility. Chatty wasn't going to be able to contact her for 3 months. Very sad. Having arrived at my car, I looked back at the courthouse and saw that the woman had made it to the steps and sat down. All of her belongings were strewn about her and she was weeping inconsolably. And no one even blinked an eye. I turned to my parking meter and dropped an extra quarter in it, hoping to brighten a strangers day just a little...and left.
I reminded myself of the following quote (that is incorporated in a dear friend's email signature): "Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle." As the title states: Everyone has a story.
So please, if you see or hear me starting with the snark about the general population...feel free to tell me to simmer down. Because everyone has a story. Sometime soon...it could be me or it could be you.
"Anticipa-aa-aa-tion is making me late..."
It's just about midnight, Pacific Standard Time, so this post is going to run into January 5th and will be quite short. I get credit for starting it on January 4th, right? This post is all about my day on January 4th, so yes. I do get credit.
For those of you in my <ahem> age box, you will recognize the title as the theme to the old Heinz 57 commercials...yes, you can sing a few bars (as I usually do); I won't judge. This little ditty has been stuck in my head for the last 2 weeks, just scratching the back lobe. This morning it was a full on blare. You see, though it's against my character to procrastinate, it does occasionally happen. Never with work or projects, but with ridiculously mundane things like laundry (I can wear these jeans for another 2 days!), dishes (though when the counters become cluttered I freak out and do them) and things that truly terrify me. I don't scare easily, so when something terrifies me...it's a big freaking deal.
So I am in the middle of this 'thing' and I have got to respond and deal with it. Trouble is, it is WAAAAAY outside my paradigm. I'm a geek, remember? All things technical and logical problems to be solved and I'm your 'go-to-girl'. But this 'thing' requires language beyond my comfort zone...not to mention an entirely different set of thinking skills. This 'thing'; it's also time sensitive. The clock is ticking, and I'm almost to the wire. So today, I sucked it up and attacked it the only way I know how...DA DUH DA DUH...In Google I trust. I research and read, and research and read, write a bit, think a lot, re-read carefully because MAN, they like to throw you for a loop, research more, write a lot more and so on. You get the picture: me at this for 12 stinkin' hours. STRAIGHT. My head is splitting like a cord of wood and blood is gushing from the sockets where my eyes used to be because I've gouged them out. Yet, in all my misery, I persevere. I muddle through the muck and produce the final product. While it's probably not worthy of the highest echelons of the industry, I think it's well written and will stand on it's own stocky legs in the heat of battle.
So the product gets sent off tomorrow and if you're close enough, you will probably hear me singing. If you're in really close proximity you will see me performing the Happy Dance. It's really awesome, I should record it. I digress. So I am finished with this stage of the 'thing', and get to play the waiting game again. No worries though, at least I'll be able to sleep better at night knowing I completed it before deadline. I won't have that scratching at the back of my head or gnawing in my stomach. I will breathe free and easy...tomorrow after some serious running around. No matter.
I came through and nailed it. Perseverance. It's like 25 Red Bulls and no vodka. You should try it sometime.
For those of you in my <ahem> age box, you will recognize the title as the theme to the old Heinz 57 commercials...yes, you can sing a few bars (as I usually do); I won't judge. This little ditty has been stuck in my head for the last 2 weeks, just scratching the back lobe. This morning it was a full on blare. You see, though it's against my character to procrastinate, it does occasionally happen. Never with work or projects, but with ridiculously mundane things like laundry (I can wear these jeans for another 2 days!), dishes (though when the counters become cluttered I freak out and do them) and things that truly terrify me. I don't scare easily, so when something terrifies me...it's a big freaking deal.
So I am in the middle of this 'thing' and I have got to respond and deal with it. Trouble is, it is WAAAAAY outside my paradigm. I'm a geek, remember? All things technical and logical problems to be solved and I'm your 'go-to-girl'. But this 'thing' requires language beyond my comfort zone...not to mention an entirely different set of thinking skills. This 'thing'; it's also time sensitive. The clock is ticking, and I'm almost to the wire. So today, I sucked it up and attacked it the only way I know how...DA DUH DA DUH...In Google I trust. I research and read, and research and read, write a bit, think a lot, re-read carefully because MAN, they like to throw you for a loop, research more, write a lot more and so on. You get the picture: me at this for 12 stinkin' hours. STRAIGHT. My head is splitting like a cord of wood and blood is gushing from the sockets where my eyes used to be because I've gouged them out. Yet, in all my misery, I persevere. I muddle through the muck and produce the final product. While it's probably not worthy of the highest echelons of the industry, I think it's well written and will stand on it's own stocky legs in the heat of battle.
So the product gets sent off tomorrow and if you're close enough, you will probably hear me singing. If you're in really close proximity you will see me performing the Happy Dance. It's really awesome, I should record it. I digress. So I am finished with this stage of the 'thing', and get to play the waiting game again. No worries though, at least I'll be able to sleep better at night knowing I completed it before deadline. I won't have that scratching at the back of my head or gnawing in my stomach. I will breathe free and easy...tomorrow after some serious running around. No matter.
I came through and nailed it. Perseverance. It's like 25 Red Bulls and no vodka. You should try it sometime.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Feelin' the Love
Today was, in a word, energetic. It's January 3rd, 2012 and that means the 'Dead Zone' time period is over. You know, the Dead Zone being the week of November 21st of the old year through January 1st of the new year. During this time, very few jobs are posted or being recruited for. The year is winding down, people are scrimping wherever possible to make their budget numbers work. That means no additional headcount (aka zero opportunities).
Now that it's 2012, budgets are fresh, plenty of projects and approval for additional headcount for everyone!! Here come the recruiters and the job postings. YAY!!! Finally, some hope. Now, I know this is no guarantee. I am well aware of the fierce competition and limited positions out there...but at least it's not a barren wasteland out there like it was just weeks ago. And I am a driven woman.
Now, I'm not one to sit around and rest on my laurels (or whatever else it is you sit on), but these last few weeks have been completely cruel. The 'slim-to-none' status on the availability front does nothing but kick one's self esteem right in the teeth. The couple of leads I did have just sort of shriveled up like a pair of testicles hitting 60 degree water. I had at that point entered into the official "Stalker" category in my follow-ups. I am actually still 'stalking' a poor HR Director (have I mentioned that I am a driven woman?). Trying to get a potential employer to make a decision, when they are in no hurry, is a feat of brute strength...of which, I am losing. Stalking or not, it makes the waiting game extraordinarily difficult.
Today, upon conducting my job search, I found a good number of positions open. Happiness!! Indeed, I found a gem! Luckily for me, I happen to have friends that are employed at this particular company and best yet...they love working there! BONUS! This feels like a successful "Hail Mary" play in the last two minutes of the Super Bowl...that would give the win to the underdog. I contacted a friend and was informed shortly later that the position was open and that she would funnel my resume to the appropriate person. SCORE. I still applied properly on the web site; but more positions are obtained through personal networking than an actual application. A heartfelt 'Thank You' to my contact...you know who you are. It was exactly what I needed today.
I applied for additional positions, signed up with 3 more recruiters and have an orientation with one next week. All in all, a very energetic and productive day indeed. This day had been a long time coming. Reaching out to my vast network and receiving the responses...has really set me back on track. It has given me hope, has restored my sense of self-worth and made me realize that regardless of the circumstances...most have been in this place and are willing to help. All I need to do is ask.
So now, I feel I can honestly raise a glass and toast to 2012: To my network of wonderful friends and adopted family! It truly feels like it's going to be a good year...and I am definitely feeling the love.
Oh, Joy...New Year 2012
January 1st, 2012 came and went. I found it to be as eventful as watching snails race on a quarter mile track. Aside from spending a fabulous New Year's Eve with the best of friends, nothing else about January 1st, 2012 blew my hair back. I couldn't even pull myself together until 6 PM that night...and that was only in order to fetch dinner. In case you're wondering, dinner was The Old Spaghetti Factory take-away; Cheap, fast and close. Yes, very low-brow and perhaps a bit déclassé, but I am unemployed people! Five star establishments just aren't in the budget these days. When asked how my day was by the hostess, I replied with pretty much the same answer. "But it's the first day of 2012?!?!" she (over) enthusiastically blurted out.
Well, thanks for pointing that out, Sparky. Your point being...?
It was football, food and ho-hum at chez Jane Q. Public. Nothing to get excited about. When all of the football games were over and done with, I flipped through the channels and found a movie. Lost in Translation is not a new film, all the same, I had not seen it. I began with my 15-20 minute due diligence; this is the precise amount of time it takes me to determine if the film is Jane Q. Public worthy. About 13 minutes in, this movie blew me away. It struck a very sensitive nerve and I was left dumbfounded. I literally sat there; bug-eyed with mouth agape.
You see, I am currently unemployed and have been for about six weeks. After 3+ years of hard work and dedication, the company decided to close the facility where I worked. "Thank you very much, you have been rendered obsolete." I'm not completely bitter, it effected everyone at my site; save for a select few individuals...and even they will have their walking papers soon.
As I am watching this movie - at 1:15 AM (technically Jan 2 now) - I see Bill Murray's character, Bob Harris and he can't sleep. He looks at the alarm clock and it reads 4:30 AM. The look of incredulity and bother on his face was so familiar...WHAM!!! It hit me hard. Though I have not actually seen that look on *my* face, that is the EXACT same thought running through my mind when this happens to me. Every morning. For six weeks now. My thoughts are: I can't believe this is happening, why is this happening and this has got to STOP. In that order.
Back to the movie...
So Bob can't sleep, and 3 minutes later (in movie time) he's got to get up, pull himself together and get to the job site. He's doing a commercial in Japan for a whiskey. As he's sitting there, he's getting an earful of direction from the director. In Japanese, none of which, he understands. The interpreter is there and interprets the earful into 1 sentence. Bob asks his interpreter "Is that all he said? I don't think that's all he said." To which the interpreter replies 'yes'. BLAMMO!!! This was a roundhouse kick to the head for me. People talk at me all the time, lately, and they may as well be speaking in Swahili. I hear and absorb about as much. Not to mention that a few of the people I talk to, upon discussion of my current status, suggest careers that I don't understand! How does one become a Life Coach? Or a Motivational Speaker? Don't you have to be famous for people to pay you for speaking engagements? Where is the skill, the knowledge or the analysis in that? I'm an IT professional!! I analyze, troubleshoot, test, resolve, document and train. I don't know how to make people feel good on cue. I don't know how to get people to want a better situation for themselves. Just like the photographer shooting Bob for print ads asking for a "007", "Roger Moore" and "Stronger, more intense" attitudes. How in the hell do you do that? Needless to say, I watched the entire movie and didn't change the channel.
The bottom line here, for me, is that I am fairly flabbergasted (and relieved maybe?) that someone out there (someone notable) has the insight to actually identify with the masses. Specifically, me Jane Q. Public. From time to time I experience isolation and loneliness during this journey, and for what it's worth, it feels nice for someone out there to equate with this. It means that people do understand what's going on outside the bubble.
Well, thanks for pointing that out, Sparky. Your point being...?
It was football, food and ho-hum at chez Jane Q. Public. Nothing to get excited about. When all of the football games were over and done with, I flipped through the channels and found a movie. Lost in Translation is not a new film, all the same, I had not seen it. I began with my 15-20 minute due diligence; this is the precise amount of time it takes me to determine if the film is Jane Q. Public worthy. About 13 minutes in, this movie blew me away. It struck a very sensitive nerve and I was left dumbfounded. I literally sat there; bug-eyed with mouth agape.
You see, I am currently unemployed and have been for about six weeks. After 3+ years of hard work and dedication, the company decided to close the facility where I worked. "Thank you very much, you have been rendered obsolete." I'm not completely bitter, it effected everyone at my site; save for a select few individuals...and even they will have their walking papers soon.
As I am watching this movie - at 1:15 AM (technically Jan 2 now) - I see Bill Murray's character, Bob Harris and he can't sleep. He looks at the alarm clock and it reads 4:30 AM. The look of incredulity and bother on his face was so familiar...WHAM!!! It hit me hard. Though I have not actually seen that look on *my* face, that is the EXACT same thought running through my mind when this happens to me. Every morning. For six weeks now. My thoughts are: I can't believe this is happening, why is this happening and this has got to STOP. In that order.
Back to the movie...
So Bob can't sleep, and 3 minutes later (in movie time) he's got to get up, pull himself together and get to the job site. He's doing a commercial in Japan for a whiskey. As he's sitting there, he's getting an earful of direction from the director. In Japanese, none of which, he understands. The interpreter is there and interprets the earful into 1 sentence. Bob asks his interpreter "Is that all he said? I don't think that's all he said." To which the interpreter replies 'yes'. BLAMMO!!! This was a roundhouse kick to the head for me. People talk at me all the time, lately, and they may as well be speaking in Swahili. I hear and absorb about as much. Not to mention that a few of the people I talk to, upon discussion of my current status, suggest careers that I don't understand! How does one become a Life Coach? Or a Motivational Speaker? Don't you have to be famous for people to pay you for speaking engagements? Where is the skill, the knowledge or the analysis in that? I'm an IT professional!! I analyze, troubleshoot, test, resolve, document and train. I don't know how to make people feel good on cue. I don't know how to get people to want a better situation for themselves. Just like the photographer shooting Bob for print ads asking for a "007", "Roger Moore" and "Stronger, more intense" attitudes. How in the hell do you do that? Needless to say, I watched the entire movie and didn't change the channel.
The bottom line here, for me, is that I am fairly flabbergasted (and relieved maybe?) that someone out there (someone notable) has the insight to actually identify with the masses. Specifically, me Jane Q. Public. From time to time I experience isolation and loneliness during this journey, and for what it's worth, it feels nice for someone out there to equate with this. It means that people do understand what's going on outside the bubble.
It also means that I have some serious self analysis to perform to figure out what it is I want to be when I grow up.
In the immortal words of Erik Proulx: "It's not a pink slip. It's a blank page."
I guess I'd better start writing it.
In the immortal words of Erik Proulx: "It's not a pink slip. It's a blank page."
I guess I'd better start writing it.
A New Beginning
This blog is a first for me. I'm attempting this as a sort of 365 project: I will write a post daily on the the thoughts, ideas, goals and happenings of my life.
"Not interested or interesting," you say? Well, let's get some introduction details out of the way first:
"Not interested or interesting," you say? Well, let's get some introduction details out of the way first:
#1 - I am not famous, at least to the public at large. Now, in my bathroom mirror to an audience of 1...that's another story for another post. :-D
#2 - I hit a personal milestone in 2011 (with the help of a few dear friends): I lost 101 lbs. in 11 months reaching my ideal goal weight. This goal was not fantasy, and was given an 'AAA' rating from my primary care physician.
#3 - I am due in 2012 to hit a few more personal milestones - more to come on those.
#4 - I have had some unique life experiences that have given me some interesting perspectives...and some that I am still learning from. If I can commiserate with, teach, motivate and inspire just one person to success...I will consider this blog a rip-roaring success! Oh...and feel pretty darned good about the future of society in general too.
Have I established at least a morsel of credibility? Enough for you to stick around for a few days? I hope so! I'm going to see how many people will accompany me on my journey of extended self discovery.
#2 - I hit a personal milestone in 2011 (with the help of a few dear friends): I lost 101 lbs. in 11 months reaching my ideal goal weight. This goal was not fantasy, and was given an 'AAA' rating from my primary care physician.
#3 - I am due in 2012 to hit a few more personal milestones - more to come on those.
#4 - I have had some unique life experiences that have given me some interesting perspectives...and some that I am still learning from. If I can commiserate with, teach, motivate and inspire just one person to success...I will consider this blog a rip-roaring success! Oh...and feel pretty darned good about the future of society in general too.
Have I established at least a morsel of credibility? Enough for you to stick around for a few days? I hope so! I'm going to see how many people will accompany me on my journey of extended self discovery.
This could be as awesome as wining the PowerBall jackpot...or as pleasant as an unsedated colonoscopy. We shall see.
Stay tuned!!
Stay tuned!!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)