Wednesday, January 02, 2008

My sister, if you're reading this, I'm worried about you. Call if you can or when you want. I'm here for you and I love you. A letter is on its way to you.

This is the first year since I got out of the Air Force that I *didn't* update my resume over the holiday break. I guess I have found satisfaction in my worklife, finally, though it can be very stressful at times. I actually *did* go to Monster, though, and I actually *did* look at existing opportunities, and I actually *did* think about updating the resume I have there (not searchable), but it just didn't feel right. The most complex part of this current project is almost over, and this is usually the time I bail; when no longer needed. I'm well-established in this goove, though, and don't really see any reason to change. The potential for additional work, however, is great and promised, so perhaps I'm holding on for that.

Do people want to hear that life is great? Is a bLog that's not full of angst interesting? I have a good job that I love. I have a nice house. I have a great mate. I have no major problems or life stressors for the moment. I'm really, really enjoying the "normalcy" that I've worked so hard to achieve. This really beats the crap out of homelessness, being terrorized, living in fear, and surviving. The "normalcy" is still scary sometimes, but as time goes on, it's trading places with chaos as the typical state of being. I guiltily admit that sometimes I miss the chaos, but that's only when I get stressed - because I know how to operate in chaos and I'm comfortable there. I'm learning how to operate in "normalcy," now. I'm a more likeable person as a result, I think.