You got your life figured out yet?
Oh, you do?
Huh.
Um, I do, too.
Pretty much. Except for some small details. Like career and stuff.
Someone asked me last Sunday, without thinking about money or income what I would like to do. I instantly said, “Professional Triathlete” and I was a little surprised by that. I think I have always wanted a career that wasn’t full of pressure, and that might sound weird to say, considering that you only make money if you finish in the top – that’s pressure, isn’t it? Yeah, but it is pressure you put on yourself, and even stronger than the pressure to finish, is the pressure to do well. That is competition. That is the best. You can always strive to better your time.
I like jobs where you are constantly figuring out how to do stuff. It’s fun. How do I explain this better? How do we organize this? What is the incentive to get this to work?
I also don’t like to get up early…maybe that is why I would love to sleep in, eat breakfast languidly, and then run, or bike, or lift, or swim, or read.
Ah, reading. And writing. I don’t write as much as I used to. That used to be so much fun. I need to do that again. I was published in Cal State’s literary journal – first time ever submitting. I should write more, since the world needs to hear my words.
Maybe what I need to hear is the world’s words. I am an island, but one in an archepelago, whose roots are connected deep below the surface. Maybe that is the thing that will make the most sense.



