I’m at the Minneapolis St Paul Airport killing time while I wait for my flight home. It is the best quiet “me” time that I’ve had in weeks. It is unbelievably nice.
I’ve had the itch to start writing here again for a few months, but I’ve been so busy (spent half of the past six months away from home) that even though I’ve started several posts I’ve had a hard time making time to finish them.
It looks like I’ll actually have time to write again soon. So now I’m contemplating whether to start with the back story (what has happened in the past year) or to start with what is going on now…
I started writing here in November of last year. Ten months ago. I have made 38 posts. Thirty-eight posts in ten months is less than what I had hoped to do when I started, but now that I have been writing here for a while I am getting more comfortable with a routine of writing.
I continue to write here both as an outlet. I wouldn’t call it a creative outlet, because I don’t feel creative at all in what I’ve written here. It is more of an outlet for my hopefulness and anxieties about the dream job and for the many other thoughts that bounce around in my head at the end of the day (or even during the day; such as when I post about frustrations at work). It is actually helping me sleep better.
I also continue to write here because it is a constant motivator toward the dream. Each post seems to make me more resolute that I will achieve the dream.
Recently, I’ve felt a little self-centered in all of this dreaming. I write about what I want to be when I grow up, or the different fun things that I’m doing to (hopefully) help me get there. I talk about it with friends over drinks. But I don’t ask anyone else what they want.
I am going to change that. I am starting here. (If you just got Man in the Mirror stuck in your head, you’re not alone.)
What is your dream?
What are you doing to work toward it?
Do you have a plan?
What motivates you?
I know it’s weird that some random internet person is asking, but it’s amazing the motivation that can stem from kind comments from someone you barely know and from knowing the dreams of others.
I’ve never been much of a writer. It’s something I do to amuse myself, not something I do because I’m any good at it. But every once in a while something happens (particularly at work) that makes me laugh and think “I should blog about this”. I had one of those moments today so instead of finishing my post about visiting SOE, I thought I’d share my silly story.
I’ve had a horrible headache today, so when I was teaching someone (Senior Helpdesk Guy) how to set up a salesperson in our fulfillment system, I just couldn’t come up with the right words. Senior Helpdesk Guy was typing in the alpha numeric code that we use to identify sales people, but typed it in mixed upper and lower case.