Progression

What if mankind is wired for war by the same primal portion of the brain that holds our earliest, genetic memories? What if myth is memory?

What if there's a correlation between our inability to be a peaceful species and our penchant for belief in the supernatural?

What if all the wars since before recorded time were practice to perfect skills that we'll need against an enemy far bigger than another nation's army?

What if we've done this all before?

Frustration Abounds!

This situation is becoming intolerable. Seriously. I need a change in a major way before I go window-licking mad.

Focus

It's mid-year and I'm sort of re-energized on my goals (after a little assessment and finding I'm falling behind a bit...on all of 'em).

But a new BD session starts on Tuesday and I've been reading a lot of writing blogs/websites/magazines lately that keep me more inspired, so I'm trying to get disciplined about writing 15 minutes a day minimum.

So far today I'm at about 5...and that's all this blog.

End of a holiday weekend. Bummer. but the job front is looking up...I've been contacted by a recruiter for a really good opportunity, all I can do now is wait and hope that I get to take the next step. It's time for a change, for sure.

I realized this morning that 90% of my problem career-wise is lack of commitment in any one direction, because I'm attracted to at least three distinct jobs: PhD in Classics (leading to professor-ing: as it turns out, I really like teaching); writing; and opening/running my own business.

None of them will work without real commitment, so instead I take the easy way out with a desk job that pays well and doesn't satisfy. Hmm. Is that a fundamental character flaw or just a really REALLY long learning curve? Not sure, but it's time to find out.