Happiness Is...

Having an external hard drive. And knowing that the hard drive on my Dell laptop that I use courtesy of my employer can crap out all it wants, and I won’t have to have a meltdown along with it.

The way work has been lately has been making me think about what I’d really like to do if I didn’t have to worry about trivial things. Like paying bills. It’s not that I don’t like my job, I find it interesting much more often than not, I think we do some really great work around the country and around the world, and I work with some really great people. But there are those times when I feel like I’m no closer to finding that oft-mentioned balance, and I think about what I’d find truly rewarding. It probably goes without saying that I’d like to be a writer (among other things), as most, if not all, bloggers have something of the frustrated writer buried in them somewhere. Blogging is a forum for people to read what you have to write without those pesky middle men known as agents, editors, and booksellers. Not to mention reviewers.

But for now, I will, I suppose, persist in the stroll down Narcissism Lane that is this blog.