Long Hard Road
“You know there’s something that you need to know, it’s gonna be alright.”1.
A glance at the clock. It’s 11pm. I usually try call it a night by 11pm. The last couple nights I’ve seen 12:30pm before I made myself stop looking at the clock. Just had to get some stuff done.
Sometimes I think it’s because I have to serialize myself through this keyboard. Kickin’ it QWERTY style. If only I could find that gadget to keep me connected. Maybe it’s time for the iPhone. I want to be able to talk to something and have it sent me an email of what I said. I want my house to listen and respond to information requests. That’s probably a way off though.
Sought some decompression today through golf. It was sunny and warm. First round of the year. The next won’t be for another month. I golfed with a retired aero-space engineer and an incredibly fit asian neuro-surgeon medical student who will learn tomorrow where his 7 year neuro-surgery residency will be. His first choice? John Hopkins in Baltimore. He golfed par. I don’t know what I golfed. I didn’t keep score.
It’s been a long hard road the last few years. Taking classes to fulfill this degree has been arduous. I’m a better person for it. I’ve learned a lot and have been applying what I learn as I’ve been learning it. But still, something is missing. I think it’s interaction, engagement, co-creation. I’m not sure. I’m getting closer though. I love creating things that are useful and get people to interact.
Apparently my personality is one that thrives on feedback and interaction. I need feedback to make good decisions. Otherwise I feel like I’m wandering aimlessly, lost. I find it hard to get people to give you their feedback straight up. Not everybody is a waltzing bear.
W. was asleep when I got home tonight. She mumbled acknowledgement when I rubbed her leg so hopefully she doesn’t wake up later and wonder where I am. My mother used to have us wake her up when we got home late from babysitting. She didn’t want to wake up later and wonder if we’d made it home. She’d say weird things though, dredged from whatever dream she was having.
I didn’t leave the B school until about 10:00pm. After chatting with classmates and walking across campus through throngs of drunken beaded students wearing alls kinds of green I didn’t get home and connected until about 10:40pm. Surf the nets, look for feedback, then give some. Capture the moment.
I’m listening to Sade. I’m tired. I have class tomorrow morning. I have lots to do at work. Spring is parked out front. The living rushing by. Missing my cat every day.
Image: I just like this tree and building. Took this picture last week walking to West Hall.
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Hang in there. This is the worst part, just before it’s over. Trust me. And that golf game after you graduate? It will be the BEST!
I know you miss your cat. My offer is still on the table if it works for you and W.