Late Night

My brain won't turn off. I'm not sure why. I've had a great week and I have been active. The above comic from Garfield Minus Garfield reminds me of the soft kitty song from The Big Bang Theory.



I honestly plan on teaching the song to my children. It's adorable, soothing, and delightfully charming (at least in this context).

Purpose

So, my theory is that I need to figure out who I really am. I spent most of my college years shaping myself to fit what other people expected me to be. Then, I spent law school doing the same, only in an entirely different manner. I firmly believe that who I was during those times is the same person I am now, just fragmented. I have had bits and pieces of blogs and lives over the past seven years, and my new goal is to figure out what it is to be genuine with myself. To do this, I'm posting whatever I want to post here. So, if you're looking for something specific, you'll have to look somewhere else. I am varied and this blog will be, too.

Unitarians

How many Unitarians does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

"We choose not to make a statement either in favor of or against the need for a light bulb. However, if in your own journey you have found that a light bulb works for you, that is fine. You are invited to write a poem or compose a modern dance about your personal relationship with your light bulb (or light source, or non-dark resource) and present it next month at our annual light bulb Sunday service, in which we will explore a number of light bulb traditions, including incandescent, fluorescent, three-way, long-life, and tinted — all of which are equally valid paths to luminescence."

Growing Pains

I learned a new word today -- eleemosynary: of, related to, pr supportive of charity

Also, I was talking to someone at work about how had trouble finding a job, and my boss (Gary) and his boss (Chris) came in laughing, and shared a heart warming story:

The interns and the attorneys all went out last year for happy hour. None of the interns were really excited because we weren't sure what we were doing sitting around and being social with real adults. (Yes, even at 23-26, we all still feel like we are different from those people who have jobs and are finished with school.) So, we went and sat around and chatted, and it was ok. But, after a while, everyone was ready to go. I actually think I was supposed to be somewhere, but had scheduled to be there after this work outing. So, all the interns were asking me how we should leave. And, I said, "well, I suppose we just get up to leave." I stood up to leave, and all the other interns followed suit. Chris asked me if we were leaving already, to which I apparently replied, "Well, I thought this was supposed to be happy hour."

Although it's funny now, I'm glad that I had the time to re-win them over. Otherwise, I would have left a poor impression.