Crystal Ball

August 30, 2009 · 0 comments

Balls.  I’ve got two of them, and neither one is crystal.  I have no idea what the future will bring.

Which kind of sucks right now, because I want to know if it’s going to rain tomorrow morning in the Catskills.  The plan is to go hiking with my friend Anthony (and possibly our friend Simon), but Anthony doesn’t have raingear, so we’re probably looking at a no-go if it’s raining.

No crystal balls, but I do have Google!  Bear with me a moment…

It looks like it’ll be ok – foggy in the morning and then overcast, possible showers in the afternoon.  Gaiters will probably be a good idea.

I’m not sure where to go – I suppose I’ll figure something out in the morning (yay procrastination) – I’ve climbed most of those mountains anyway.

I’ve been lending my ear to quite a few people lately, and I think their icky feelings have been rubbing off on me in very subtle ways.  I’ve been feeling kind of off lately.  I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s something weird going on inside of me.

I think it’s partly the moon – yes, men sometimes have moon cycles too – partly the waning of the daylight hours, and partly the whole back-to-school feeling.  I still kind of get that when September rolls around.

Itchy feet, reflection on the past, taking stock of the year, things like that.  The desire for some sort of complete life-changing overhaul.  A move.  A new job.  End relationships.  Start all over.  Something – anything – new.

Take the bar exam (again).  Look at schools and maybe apply for an MBA program.  Dust off my resume and send it out to a few places – just to test the waters, see what’s out there.

I don’t really want a new job, but I would like a bit of revitalization of my interest in the one I have.

We’ll see.  I’ve found that earth-shifting changes are certainly fun for me, but they aren’t always good for my pocketbook.  If I’m going to make a move, it needs to be a financially upward shift.  My student loans can be quite suffocating sometimes.  I’m not quite at that point where I don’t own my shit anymore (but my shit owns me), but I know some people who are and I have no desire to go there.

Here’s a pretty thought from my zen-a-day calendar:

The legs of the crane

have become short

in the summer rain.

-Buson

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