Another day at the office

I’ve lost the first 10 of hopefully many more pounds in my effort to lose weight. Project “Chin Line” is in full effect. In order to accomplish this, I bought a new bicycle, which I discovered is not all that unlike buying a car. I encountered some real A hole salespeople in my shopping experience. Ended up with a Specialized Rockhopper for those who are interested. I have been riding about 4-8 miles every other day. Surprisingly enjoyable and really convenient due to the Mt. Vernon Trail being right across the street from where I live. Wish me luck.

In other news, my quality of life has improved 100% since I got laid off and moved, and it continues to get better. Making friends has a proportionate relationship of my mood. The happier I am, the easier it is to make friends. Thats tough when you hate your job and where you live and have no friends. Go figure, 2 friends turned into many. I like to look at my “Friend Concentration Map” on facebook. DC is getting darker. That being said, I still don’t care for the area. I hope to move back south as soon as I can. Ideally, all the way to Florida. I spent Sunday by the Chesapeake Bay, and it was the same feel as the beach…except the body builder sporting the hot pink banana hammock…not cool dude. Very ironic since I was there for a church picnic/baptism. Anyway, the ocean speaks to me and I am a fool to not listen to it. I feel like I will “arrive” when I can wake up and see the ocean first thing every day. So that was my sign, even though things are great here, I don’t belong here. Its clear to me that I need to adjust anything I can to be around the water. People say that I should do this sort of thing while I am young and single. I agree with that, but in my own fairy tale world, the single thing would go away and not affect my dreams. There are female pirates too…I know a few. Send any people you know selling boats or beach property dirt cheap my way.

I suppose this implies a career change, which would be welcomed with open arms. The corporate arena is not something I wish to pursue any more. If I stay in DC any longer, my convictions about politics and gov’t spending may manifest…into God knows what. I may become a lobbyist/activist/policy writer…all things that I feel like are better suited for other people. I like people, and I like it when people like me. I don’t want my career to isolate who my friends are, at least to that extent. Not yet anyway. I could see myself at 50 running for an office or something, thats another post though.

I wish I had a funny story to tell you this time around, I don’t though.  I feel like life let me down with that guy in the pink g string though.  That had potential.  Maybe next time.  Cheers!