This time marks the end of an era. It all started when I finished writing in my journal this past week. It is my 5th journal over ten years and now I will start on my sixth. Finishing the last page in my journal always seems to uncanningly coincide with a change in pace or a change in place. I finished my 4th journal when I got out here. I finished my third when I graduated college. I finished my 2nd when I moved into an apartment for the first time. I finished my first when I graduated high school.
This time Im a business professional looking to buy a house. I have a great friend moving out here to stay, and Im in a job I plan on keeping for more then a year. Turning 25 is truly the time we seem to be turning ourselves into adults.
Some things have changed, some haven't. I still hate wal-mart (that pit of hell). I was there the other day and vowed never to return again when I watched an ugly lady with 15 items go through the 10 items or less line in front of me! Argh. Im taking up fiddle lessons next week. And for the perhaps the first time in my life Im taking responsibility for myself and others on a more or less fulltime basis. Being a manager of people is the best of times and the worst of times but overall I see my growth. I see my confidence in my abilities and I know my talents are best used in circumstances such as this.
Something else has changed. My travel bug has diminished. I have other more pressing goals. I see it returning soon nontheless. I have more focus now then ever. My one minded goal is to succeed in this business like no other. I still love the mountains dearly but they have lost their alure like all things material. Im excited to spend time there this summer to be free, but they arent an all consuming purpose like last summer.
Im still cocky as hell, ever unsatisfied with myself, and cheap. At least thats what Tom calls it. I tend to call it frugal. All in all though Im still that same old G. ;-) Peace out!