Moving On

Finally bidding goodbye to El Vationland: California today! Land of 70 degree weather. I will admit, it’s a bit bittersweet. I loved spending time with my wonderfully quirky familia and unlike the doldrums of last summer, I actually did stuff while I was here. That, which is the theme of today’s post, is key: having stuff you want to do.

Who do you think experiences more stress than the other: a factory line worker responsible for screwing on the tops of toothpaste tubes or a CEO of a megacorporation bearing the weight of million dollar decisions that could impact the world? Think CEO? Wrong! It’s actually the factory line worker (though I forget what my source is for this). The logic being is that factory workers have no say in what they do, in other words they have no direct control in what they do whereas CEOs have that ability. How can factory workers make tube screwing more engaging and less mind numbing? Our choices, as it seems, or the ability to make independent decisions seem to have a direct impact on our individual quality of life. Interesting no?  So what does this have to do with summer?

I find it amazing that everybody is off spread across the country doing what they love to do: being creative people. You’re doing stuff you want to do. How cool is that? Many of my friends back at home are struggling to find a job that fits their criteria of what they think is interesting, sifting through postings at chain coffee shops or bookstores. But it isn’t easy. And many have just relegated to sit around watching Bravo after stumbling from a sleepy stupor at 2 in the afternoon. My worst fear this summer has been just that: being that metaphorical factory worker with no real choices and not having any independent direction. As I had mentioned in my other post, the reality of not having a job or any kind of active creative engagement weighed heavy in my mind. Would my summer be yet another waste? I know it sounds trivial, and there are worse things in the world that could happen like getting AIDS or other equally negative things. But I guess I love what I do now so much, that wasting it would be a travesty to myself and a nightmare come true.

Perhaps the take away moral(s) aptly summarized is: have faith and make it happen. Use what you have and pursue it. Sounds like some thing Randy Pausch would say, I bet. Well, moving on. To Pittsburgh, HOOOO!