As long as I’m reviewing my year, may as well hit the other highlights. In case you missed it, Part Une was about the bikin’ and the hikin’ (ok, walks). Here’s the link to check out that post about my 5,143 Miles in 2018, As for the rest, well, let’s skip the pleasantries and get right to the review.
Today, May 2, 2018, I quietly observed my 18th year anniversary of moving back to Austin. It was also the first day of the rest of my life since being laid off / liberated from my job of 11 years, the last day of which was six months and a day ago, on November 1st. Accompanying those two milestones is the end of the first four months of the year. With all of that, it seems like a good time to reflect upon where I’ve been, where I am, and where I’m heading. Get out those oranges and reading glasses, because A Dude’s a-fixin’ to do some navel gazin’! (Note to my non-US followers: If you are not in the US, navel oranges are a common variety here, because they look like they have a belly button, aka navel. And navel gazing — staring at one’s belly button — is a metaphor for self-rumination. We don’t actually stare at it.) Orange you glad I explained that? Continue reading
“Don’t ever let somebody tell you you can’t do something. Not even me. You got a dream, you gotta protect it. People can’t do somethin’ themselves, they wanna tell you you can’t do it. If you want somethin’, go get it. Period.” Will Smith in the movie as Chris Gardner from his book The Pursuit of Happyness
The Book: Something Written This Way Will Come
I drafted some notes and put down a plan to write my book that’s been in my head for a while. I still have questions and will need to find both some information and some inspiration about it, but the main thing is to write. Walter Mosley the celebrated author told me to take a year and do it. Leonard Maltin the well-known film critic told me to just write and expand my presence on social media. Mario the marketing guy at the Fox Sports party said I have a story and I should tell it. 151 blog followers are telling me to do it, indirectly at least. Continue reading