A Week in Review | 5.17.10 |

I’m fully aware of the fact that my long-winded blog posts may be a turnoff to some, but I cannot help myself. In the age of social media and the soundbite, I seems that if you cannot encapsulate your life in a Facebook status or a 140 character tweet – there is no point in absorbing that person’s words. There is no interest. Maybe our culture has become one of the immediate where our minds flitter from one bit of information to the next – on to the next page – on to the next immediate experience. On some days, my life experience can fit within that small, social media capsule whether via Facebook or Twitter (evidence of this can be found the the right sidebar of this page). But, some days, I have more to say or rather more to share.

Maybe, I have too much time on my hands.

Since my layoff in March, I’ve had a lot of time for reflection. I will admit that it has not been an easy transition. I’ve been determining what few things should hold my attention (graduate school, my novel, volunteering, job search). Where will my focus lie? Too many coals in the fire can make a person scattered as far as brain, pursuits, and in life. In so many instances in my life, I’ve let the wind carry me wherever its breeze or gust would take me. Now, I realize that in order to get what I want out of this life. I have to push (myself, against the wind, against the grain, against the doubts).

Some days, I am at a loss for words as to what to write about in this blog – in this space. Maybe, I should not say that in such a public forum, but this feeling is a reality whenever I come across this blank space and the flickering cursor.

Some days I do not what to write about current events, entertainment, celebrity gossip, the newest gadget, proper SEO practices, newest fashions, web 2.0, etc.. Some days I simply wish to write about the mundane. Some days, I want to write about quiet moments that brought a smile to my face like when I saw a father kneel down to listen to his little daughter tell a story – a father fully engrossed within his daughter’s story brimming with imagination. I know that may sound strange; but, what can I say, I’m easily amused.

Some days I would rather read a children’s book on the subway than something found on the New York Times Bestseller List. I find contentment in the simple truths found in children’s book rather than the sometimes convoluted truths found in today’s fiction and non-fiction.

Some days, I do not want to be grammatically correct. Some days, I would rather write in the passive than the active voice.

I can go and on about this, but I really just want to reveal myself to a degree. I’m fully aware of the danger of revealing too much of myself on the web, but I do not have skeletons in the closet such as questionable photos, videos, etc. (sorry future employers)

Some days, when I reveal a bit of myself, I feel as if no one is watching. This is fine, but a lot of what I write appears to be messages in a bottle – words drifting in the sea that is the world wide web. My words simply wish to connect with one person or many. The way this post is turning out. I may have to delete it in an hour’s time (or mark it private). ha

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In other (mundane) news, my bonsai seedling has finally sprouted. About a month or so ago, I decided that I needed something green to fill in my work space. I opted to get bonsai seedlings to teach me the art of patience and growth. After 30+ days of watering and proper sunlight, I have what you see below. It takes up to 5 years for a Japanese pine bonsai to reach it’s adult size.

So, to those of you that have reached the end of this post. Thank you for taking the time to read this and letting me share a piece of myself to you.

Live well,