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January 30 Moving on...Greetings once again. As today's title suggests, I am attempting to get on with my life after surviving what I'm certain I'll look back on as a dismal chapter in my existance.
I'll only add this, then try to look to the future, not the past. Its easier to forgive than forget, though the former is still a chore, and the latter is nearly impossible (...yet I seem to be forgetting names and faces on a regular basis now, so perhaps my memory of this debaucle will fade as well). Why we all ended up in Abilene, even though none of us really wanted to go there, is a mystery without a clear explanation at this point. Maybe someday I'll understand it better (if not the particular situation, then at least the phenomenon). It is my fervent hope that those who need it most will, in future quandries, find the moral fortitude to follow their convictions and take decisive actions as opposed to just letting things happen. As for my part, I guess I'll just have re-double my efforts (yet again) and hope that working four times as hard will lead to being noticed (since working twice as hard didn't do the trick).
In any case, I really do believe I am beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel--I am just very hopeful its not a train. See you again soon in this space. Meanwhile, here's a quote for today:
January 28 Day 1Okay, so I'll finally give in and "blog" like the rest of the civilized world. I'll start out slow, and perhaps buld to bigger and better topics. Today I'll just vent my spleen a bit.
The past few weeks have been simply awful for me. Without getting into the gory details, what I'll say here is that it involves always being the person behind the scenes, the rainmaker or the go to guy--but never the person front and center being congratulated. Sure, everybody ought to be so lucky as to have my suburban white male angst to deal with. But then again, maybe its not gender- or enthnicity-related. Maybe its just that I'm a bit peeved that after all these years of facilitating, enabling, nurturing, collaborating (pick your own adjective) I'd like just once to be the nominee, the awardee, the one worthy of public aknowledgment. Alas, being the midwesterner I am (and will, I suppose, always be) I am not able to brazenly ask others to nominate, push forward, or otherwise promote my candidacy. It would feel tawdry to me, unseemly even. Surely true merit is it own best advertisement. Or maybe not.
I promise I'll return another day and whine further. |
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