Wind Under My Wings
After the Series 7 episode last week and a brunch with my boss this weekend where he basically said that I have no services, talents or knowledge to offer to market myself anywhere in the world...I'm feeling like a talentless loser. Just when I think I've got a plan and oomph to put behind it, the air got knocked out of me. It wouldn't be quite as bad if I didn't hold my boss and his opinions in such high regard. It also wouldn't be so bad if it was only me beating myself up. When you have someone else confirming your worthlessness, you wonder if perhaps it really is true. I can feel it eating away at me this week, making me listless. I need a good dose of verification of my own self worth.
So close, and yet...
...and yet, so far away.
Again, the Series 7 came close to being under my belt but still didn't get notched in. I barely missed passing by a few points, again with the
same score as when I took it the first time. I really thought I had it! I
knew the information. Test-taking skills alone played a big part. There's an interesting strategy to approaching the questions and the way the answers are presented. Any way you put it, though, I didn't pass but gave it an honest effort.
Series 7
Tomorrow, tomorrow! Series 7 exam, take #2. Fingers crossed! My weekend was spent with my head in the books and test quizzes...then literally in the books when I'd nod off. I feel good about it; if I don't know it now, too bad. I'm as ready as I'll ever be, so let's go! 7-hour-long exam, sitting in a cubicle staring at a computer. Yikes. Test-taking skills alone are important. More later...after tomorrow.
Desperate Housewives make use of blogs
This NY Times article, "
When the Ex Blogs, The Dirtiest Laundry Is Aired" brings to light the emerging trend of blogging and America's wonderful twist. According to the article, 1 in 10 internet users maintains a blog these days! That's a lot of discussion out there! And women are using their blogs to exploit their cheating husbands, expose dirty secrets to the public and ruin the reputation of loved ones. Kids, teens and students now deal with cyber-bullying regularly. I know that my own text messages can sometimes set my mind spinning or my mood kicking. Seemingly nothing in my physical environment has changed, only a hasty communication from the airwaves changes everything. Powerful but so fleeting. Oh the power of the internet! In its power and its disgrace lies its beauty and freedom.
Labels: blogging, internet
What makes you "click"?
What makes one person click with another? I just had a friend fly in to visit me, someone I was buddies with before I moved to STJ. Right before I moved, we hit it off pretty well with easy conversation, shared interests, etc. 2 1/2 years passed before seeing each other again now. We picked right back up, easy conversation, etc. I'm sure you have old friends whom you can call at any point in time and pick back up with, like nothing changed. Or you meet someone new that you just "click" with--everything is seamless as you get to know and enjoy one another. Then there are others with whom you know immediately you just won't jive. What
is that? It's something you can't put your finger on, it's just a feeling. Is that instinct? Is that biochemicals? If I'm picking someone to date, do I go with the person I'm comfortable "clicking" with or the one that intimidates me but I feel more fire for? Will the fire die down later? Is that biochemicals, the "fire"? Or romantic destiny? How do you know? And how do you know if you should go with the passionate fire for a life-mate, or a comfortable click? This is a random post, but it's my blog, so be it.
Labels: dating, friendship, instinct, relationships
Blues Festival
This evening is the annual Blues Fest in Coral Bay, a growing tradition on this small island that brings characters from all around, including those St. Johnian's that don't come out much. I have never attended, only stood on the outside to listen briefly. This year I'm planning to go with a friend and am excited to hear many others planning to go as well. It takes place on the ball field in Coral Bay, normally inhabited by the goats. Not sure where the goats will hang out this evening. They may still hang out there. All stages, speakers, tents, etc. must be down by sunrise for Easter morning in respect of the Moravian church. That's cutting it close. But many St. Johnians aren't really late owls anyway. The Blues Festival marks springtime and the coming of the end of high season. Great for many locals who enjoy the solitude of low season, not so great for business owners who profit from tourists.
Labels: Blues, St. John
Luck of the Irish
Being an O'Brien, how can I not wear green and drink beer on this holiday? I'm impressed how many green shirts and shamrocks I saw today on St. John. St. John even had its annual St. Paddy's Day parade on Saturday. It's almost a bigger holiday than Easter, at that rate. St. Johnian's are funny about their holidays: sometimes ones you've never heard of close the banks and schools. Other times, like Easter, the holiday passes and you hardly notice. There's an "Irish" pub downtown called Quiet Mon which will probably be tight this evening. May the luck of the green wink at you this week.
