Ride Into the Danger Zone

I did it!
Starting Sunday, I will be the new store manager! I started only ten months ago, and only five months ago I was promoted to my assistant manager position. Two times in less than a year?! Crazy.

My experience in this particular store has prepared me to dominate this position, but I am still terrified. I will not fail. I will kick butt. Plus, It is fairly re-assuring to be told by my superior that my only area of opportunity is to be more confident in my abilities and knowledge.

This is a new, big step in my life, and for once, I am not resisting this change.

Good Luck

"Oh, I loved you but let me go.
So many years ahead,
might as well greet them with a lighter load."

Something just makes me so happy about this band/ song.

Good Luck- "1001 Open Hands"

Birth of a Gamer

It's not so secret that my familiarity with video games compares to that of a 2 year old, and even then, they could probably crush me (damn Baby Einstein). When everyone was geeking-out on Mario and a lovable Ape, I was glueing pieces of paper together and skinning my knees. Little did I know my lack of participation in this sport would come around and bite me in the arse.

We have been in the age for a while now where we embrase the things of our youth, but now we're being social about it. Video games are a way of the party. Every normal human being is doing it, so last night I bit the bullet, thanks to some encouragement and a microphone thrown in my lap by Carley. After the initial uneasiness of showing my true, musical colors, you know what I learned? Video games are kinda fun. Also, since the revival of social video gaming, with the introduction of new and snazzy gaming systems, I am not too far behind my peers. So, being only a few semesters behind, I say "Rock on, and show me a good bass riff!"

Lingering

"Oh how your ghost, undyingly, whispers in my ear
it's teeth chattering, unable to push you through the
hippocampus, past..."

Truths XXVII

I need to learn how to relax.
I need to accept that in some situations I'm doing the best I can with the resources that I've been given.
Mostly, I need to learn how to appreciate a snow day and not feel guilty about it.

Brushing off Ashes

"But East and West will pinch the heart
That can not keep them pushed apart;
And he whose soul is flat-the sky
Will cave in on him by and by."

-E. St. Vincent Millay

Toughie I

Over the course of my life i've come across a few people who have made a deep impact on my person. These people I'm specifically referring to tend to be the strong, silent type. I admired those who showed their love and adoration through actions, reminders, and their presence. I enjoyed the distance they had from the situation, where they weren't throwing around words or loosing their meaning. They were there, they had feelings and ideas just like everyone else, they just didn't advertise it as loudly. I loved that they could be interpreted, and I always hoped that they had some quiet joke with themselves as they watch people try to unravel them.

In normal human fashion, I chose to try and emulate these qualities I so adored. This was possible firstly by the fact that my father is one of those people who had these traits. His inner strength and calm demeanor, he has protected me and guided me while still maintaining a hands off approach, letting me develop into yours truly. Through this, he has also remained something that I can only describe as a 'classic.' His image has not changed in my mind, and I can forever look back onto this and say "That, that right there is my Dad." I aim for this.

The trouble (and I say trouble, not problem, this could never be a problem) in this is that I am also very much my mother's daughter. She could befriend a wall, and get to know all of it's entire connecting surfaces. She had a personality that was hard to ignore, but you never wanted to. You knew who she was from the first time your saw her smile, and some days I'd kill for that trait. And here is where the conflict lies...