Thankfully, my least favorite month is drawing to a close. A psychiatrist once made the clinical diagnosis that “November sucks for you.” I couldn’t agree more. This November seems to be departing without delivering any earth shattering kabooms so I have that going for me. Just a couple more days, and I’ll hopefully sneak out November’s back door unnoticed. Then I’ll begin the countdown to the little Princess’ arrival.
So, I’ve reached a year of unemployment. If one is in need of some ego management, I strongly recommend extended joblessness as an antidote. Beyond just the destitution, which is loads of fun in and of itself, the self doubt, recriminations from others, rejections, pervasive sense of failure and constant reevaluation of self worth will tame even the most raging arrogance.
It’s been a couple months since I came off the Appalachian Trail. I often miss it. The simplicity of it was seductive. At its most basic essence, a day on the trail consists of moving from point A to point B and finding water along the way. I miss the clarity of thought that walking alone in the woods brings. Back here in the world, the previously mentioned self doubt makes me question whether it was clarity or just escapism. I miss the little moments of delight; a speckled toad hopping past, the vivid green of a fern after rainfall, a fawn and its mother warily watching me pass, or a shaft of sunlight piercing through a thick forest canopy.
The Koreas are playing a very risky game of Battleship today, “I’ll send artillery rounds to B3!”, Sarah Palin is unclear which side we’re on in the matter, and America has commenced our annual frenzy of consumerism. On the plus side, the Utes won the Holy War yesterday, and the sun is shining on a cold, winter is coming sort of morning.
It’s Sunday which means it is noodle day for the BSW clan.