Soupy skies over Cow Town. Kinda like the outlook on my future career.
“Reply hazy, try again,” from the Magic 8-Ball”
Also fuzzy – my eyes. Today, on the Alamo Creek bike/run trail, it was pretty obvious I had weak eyes when I took off my glasses. My spectacles got a little foggy after running more than 5 miles on the trail. Without my glasses, I could barely make out colors and shapes. I certainly couldn’t drive with this eyesight. However, I could move forward on the trail without my glasses.
As I was catching my breath and grooving to Lily Allen’s “The Fear,” I realized that the future is supposed to look fuzzy from where I am right now. I can always move forward with job applications and family planning even though I can’t see where I supposed to be going.
I could always wing it.
In the meantime, I could use this free time to work on my stupid short stories. I’m noodling around with some stories about life as a figure skater. Some of those memories make me laugh and others bring tears to my eyes. In fact, some of them hurt. I also feel like I need to type them out and see where those memories take me.
I could clean up my office space.
I could do some laundry. (Ok, I’m waiting for some stuff in the dryer.)
I could take Daisy to the dog park.
I could work on some type of business plan to launch a new career as a social media/video guru. I’d like to work in TV News and I’ve e-mailed my resumes to Bay Area stations. However, I wonder if I could take what I learned from “A Really Goode Job” and my station’s Facebook/Twitter efforts and translate that into something special for companies I believe in.
I could also buy a lotto ticket. Sometimes I think hitting the jackpot would answer all my questions and solve all my problems. I’m sure there are challenges associated with being flushed with money, but I would like the chance to face those challenges.
For tonight – I’ll enjoy my time off. I’m getting ready to rock as a pub trivia maven at Sophia’s in Davis. Game on!
On the first night of 2010 – we played a game of Chinese Checkers. We stayed up past 2 AM and I realized I wasn’t going to win this match. That’s when I decided to wing it and screw-up other people’s chances of landing their balls where they need them.
Susan, Tom, Catalina, Scott, Andrei, Mark and Daisy – I am blessed to ring in the New Year with this special group of friends.