"If I can't see you, you can't be you."
— Bishop Berkeley
So I'm sitting here in my caffinated-post-spraypaint-induced morning state waiting for my seperation packet so that i can end this stage of my life and figure out what i want to do with the whole thing. How can I, make all ends meet and keep myself happy? Motivated? Balanced?
Today started off with my new word of the day. Solipsism. Stemming from the latin word solus, meaning alone and ipse, meaning self. It's the whole Descartes, "I think, therefore I am" thing. Except i have to resolve to withdraw into this self reality to figure out what i want to be when i grow up. Can i create my own reality and make it work? Can i talk my wife into letting me go to Vegas to start off the process?
Can't i just be a goof-off? Isn't the payscale for that particular profession making a turn for the better in the market? I know so many people who have taken the Smokey and the Bandit manifesto to heart. I just have to get over the initial shock to the system. Breathe the new air so to speak. Pick the brains of the crowd that have made the transition and are still alive to tell about it. Go to a seminar.
Make my own seminar! Make a movie in black and white.
It says here in my seperation pack that 64% of all new jobs are found thru networking. I'll take that to heart and talk to alot of people. Buy some drinks and get my chat on. Woo them. Make them love me. Dazzle them with my in depth knowledge of everything. Yes, that's exactly what i'm gonna do. And then i'm gonna git loaded, and I'm gonna have a good time.
But first i have to find a pair of slip on Vans for end of summer comfort and groovin. Ha!
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