Sunny optimism is failing here. It's June 20th, 50 degrees and rainy in Seattle. The news stations have resorted to dedicating precious air time to entire segments aside from the weather report on the gloomy summer weather. Over our last margarita in Mexico before flying home yesterday to return to this state of vitamin D deficient being Mike and I decided a move south was in order. Goose-bumpy legs in summer no longer!
We don't know how...or when...but it has been decided. Seattle can not be a forever home. Warmer options will be tabled. I will only miss the lush greenery and the near access to skiing in the winter.
You all know me as a born-and-raised Austin, Texan. I've got Barton Springs in my blood, Hill Country dust in my breath and TX limestone in my nails. In every sense of the word I'm TX through and through, minus the accent. In February of 2008 I decided to pick up my roots and relocate to Seattle, WA. It's an exercise in fun adventure. I'm self-declared the middleman for my fellow Texans and the Pacific NW. Check this site for interesting info and fun finds worthy of commentary in the WA area.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Shit or Get Off the Pot
My dad used to say sometimes you need to "Shit, or get off the pot."
It's not eloquent, but it's a phrase that resonates with me, especially now as I enter my 29th year of life wondering why I'm having career constipation issues. Bare with me -- there is a business analogy here but it's going to take a little story telling to get there.
I had a conversation with a friend last night who is potty training her daughter. Her take on the process was one of reflection, patience, unwavering resiliance in the face of a very tricky concept.
You feel the urge, you sit and go, right? Not so. First you have to know what that urge is and what it means, in addition to calculating timing issues. It all takes awareness and practice and that's where the potty training comes in. No wonder there is a considerable learning curve involved!
So I tell myself (note: I am a dreamer with a new plan at every turn and very little practice implementing my plans): Kate, "shit, or get off the pot." What will it take to put my visions into action? How much time will it take, how will I know when it is right to act, and how many false starts will be required? How do I make business happen when I want it to happen?
I'm at a loss. But frankly, I'm starting to think that approaching career development like potty training might yield more successful results. It's a necesesary function after all.
Thoughts? Am I totally crazy?
It's not eloquent, but it's a phrase that resonates with me, especially now as I enter my 29th year of life wondering why I'm having career constipation issues. Bare with me -- there is a business analogy here but it's going to take a little story telling to get there.
I had a conversation with a friend last night who is potty training her daughter. Her take on the process was one of reflection, patience, unwavering resiliance in the face of a very tricky concept.
You feel the urge, you sit and go, right? Not so. First you have to know what that urge is and what it means, in addition to calculating timing issues. It all takes awareness and practice and that's where the potty training comes in. No wonder there is a considerable learning curve involved!
So I tell myself (note: I am a dreamer with a new plan at every turn and very little practice implementing my plans): Kate, "shit, or get off the pot." What will it take to put my visions into action? How much time will it take, how will I know when it is right to act, and how many false starts will be required? How do I make business happen when I want it to happen?
I'm at a loss. But frankly, I'm starting to think that approaching career development like potty training might yield more successful results. It's a necesesary function after all.
Thoughts? Am I totally crazy?
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