When listening to songs I used to play during my contemplative, emotional moods while at CMU…I am reminded of that pause I would take. The pause I would have to reflect on life.<\/p>\n
And so playing one such song through iTunes, I reflect on what I have now.<\/p>\n
I have a great job incoming. Supportive friends and so forth. But what\\’s not perfect?<\/p>\n
Today, as I was taking the 22 from the dogpatch, I realized…well it\\’s perfect…but not quite. Usually at this stage of life, most people have decided to settle. To settle with someone<\/i>.<\/p>\n
Every step I take, I say his name…only a desire to want him by my side. The kind that makes me safe, protected. I am sad, I am hopelessly hopeful that he will succeed. That he will find the career, the path that deserves him.<\/p>\n
There are some people who would say that I am lucky. I have been handed many things in life: a (usually) supportive family with enough wealth to send me both to undergrad and grad school, a natural ability to make friends (once I get past my social anxiety), a natural appeal to people who I enjoy spending time with (for better or worse), careers…mostly. I have been blessed with a keen ability to know how to spend my money. I am economical, frugal, and usually practical.<\/p>\n
I could not run for political office—there\\’s too much of my personality in the way. And it\\’s not quite what i want to do. But what is of the luck.<\/p>\n
I wish I could brush up to him and let him have some of my luck. That I prefer would be my role.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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