Here’s an interesting thought: how many labels do we currently have for ourselves? And of those labels, how many of those do we truly embody? And if we are what we repeatedly do…how many of us can honestly say we repeatedly do the right things?
Luck comes when you are ready
Here’s an interesting thought: how many labels do we currently have for ourselves? And of those labels, how many of those do we truly embody? And if we are what we repeatedly do…how many of us can honestly say we repeatedly do the right things?
In that time-honored tradition of winter break, I’ll be spending the next two weeks at home. There are honestly a ridiculous number of things I want to get done during this time – to the point where I know I won’t be able to get to all of them – but let me just state for the record that I’ve never been happier to be going home. Seriously. All in all 2007’s been something of a minefield, but mostly in the “th-th-that that don’t kill me” sort of way. At least, that’s what I choose to believe. And I truly do believe it.
What I’m looking forward to the most: seeing the fam, having some time to think, and plotting out 2008. Oh, and making end-of-year lists, of course. I’m all about the lists.
Today’s edition comes with a bonus story: this evening while riding the muni back from the gym I sat down next to a gentleman rolling an enormous doobie. Despite the absurdity of the moment I admired his chutzpah; his female companion, however, seemed wholly disinterested. I began to doubt his resolve when he kept fiddling with his paper and refused to seal it – maybe he just needed to keep his fingers busy? – but I think he’d commenced licking when I got off.
Spotted today (only on the ride home):