The American West

Are you picking up what I'm putting down here?  I mean let's be honest, what's going on with the hair and the beard?  I tell you what; I have no idea.  It's just something I don't really have to worry about anymore.

Or maybe I'm trying to pull off the homeless look.  The fact is I don't care, but let's see what's to come of it... maybe the Tom Hanks in Castaway look.

It seems like it's been forever since I carried the burden of having to "look the part" of my previous job.  What I like here is all that's need is to DO my part.  The looks don't matter.  I mean it wasn't really that hard to do.  $20 on dry cleaning every week, shave the face twice a week, Shower a couple times a day.  Haircut every 4-6 weeks.  All stuff I never really wanted to do.

But it's as if what you want to do and what you need to do are almost always at odds.

So here I am, I've done my part for the day.  I went into work a bit early, followed up on leads, scheduled my evening call with the host of an event we're sponsoring in February, rolled out my marketing kit for other hosts of our seminars in Q1, closed up an issue with one of our trainers, and reviewed our payments for the day to make sure they all went through.

Then I worked out, talked on the phone with an old friend for about 30 minutes, took Dakota to the doggie beach, watched her get chased into the deep end by a couple pit bulls who weren't feeling her, took a dip myself and cooked up a bunch of food for the next couple of days.

After that, I sat on my patio in the 70 degree weather, listening to the high school football game across the street, a cup o' whiskey in hand, and while I waited to help my boss move a couple of chairs into his new house... I wrote this.  Oh, and it's a THURSDAY!

Then I ate a big dinner, couple pounds worth of food, cause it was only 5pm and I had all the time in the world to digest before bed time.  Skyped with Ashley, laid and scratched the dog for about 20 minutes, then sat back down to finish this little post.  At this point, I don't have a title or any way to wrap it up.  That said, my plan is to leave you all with a quote that one of my closest, well read, and well traveled friends, Bo, tagged me with shortly after I made my decision to head our to California, and hope it provokes some thought for a title.

xoxoxo miss you guys.

"It should not be denied... that being footloose has always exhilarated us.  It is asociated in our minds with escape from history and opression and law and irksome obligations, with absolute freedom, and the road has always led west" - Wallace Stegner The American West as Living Space

p.s.  wow, what a creative bombshell of a title...