I’m a fan of the simple things. The things that bring happiness are often not all that complicated. A walk to the cafe, not the espresso that you’re going for, but the walk itself. I love it. Take an oatmeal raisin cookie. It’s simple. Oatmeal and raisins. Sure, there are other things like sugar, flour, etc. but what you’re after is a simple, oatmeal raisin cookie. I’m not just a fan of the simple things. I love them. They’re peaceful. Uncomplicated. Brutally honest in their chastity. They are, what they are and we don’t have enough of them.
I’m what I’d call, a partial perfectionist. There are some things I expect to be … well, perfect. And there are others that I want to be not the complete opposite but representative of “chaos”. It’s the chaos part that keeps me grounded in reality. It’s what I know I can’t control but what I have to adapt to. Take this photo for example. I had been inspired to take it from another photograph I saw recently and while I knew, without a doubt, I wouldn’t be able to recreate it on my first try. I still made the attempt. It looks nothing like this btw. But what I learned, and ultimate like about this 365, is that I have a lot more opportunities to get it right or near perfect the next time. And what I took away from just a single photograph I’ve learned exactly what not to do the next time. I learn by doing. I don’t learn by reading in a book or reciting it or watching it, I have to actually do it to understand it. And thus the more photos I take on this 365 the better… as it gets me closer to perfection. Whatever that is in my mind.
Car washes make it easy to get clean. You drive in. Put it in park. And a giant arm, in less than 2 minutes, gets all that grime and gunk and stuff of the past OFF. And then you drive off. Starting fresh, getting clean, starting… over, is not so easy for a human being. Yeah, there’s a shower. Been there, done that… every day. And while in months and years past I yearned for a fresh start… a complete and utter fresh start, it’s not as powerful of a nagging feeling lately. Not sure why not, it just isn’t. Don’t get me wrong. I’m extremely fortunate. Amazing friends, family, and a killer job working with some down right amazing people. To me, it’s the people that I’m surrounded by that keep that nagging feeling at bay. However, whenever a relationship ends as one did back at the end of 2011, I question is this really where I’m supposed to be. A lot of places and opportunities are calling and while I’ll put them on hold (listening to some cheesy elevator-esque tunes) eventually… if I don’t find the kind of happiness I am in search of, well, I’ll be in search of my own drive-thru, car wash.
About 3 weeks ago I started reading through old text books. Yup, even on a Saturday night. While electrical engineering ended the day I graduated (to a degree) I do regret not pursuing a math or physics degree as well. So in recent weeks I find myself browsing old textbooks and realizing, I actually remember a fair bit of it. Which is kinda scary.