Since I’ve moved to DFW, this is what I’ve been doing:
- Applying for job after job after job after job. By now I’ve applied to almost 70 places.
- Learning that Tom Petty was right.
- Being the runner-up for a position in early July.
- Watching 24.
- Enjoying living closer to my nieces and nephew and, yes, even their parents.
- Spending time with old friends and bizarro friends.
- Living vicariously through John Marston and being wooed to the dark side.
- Getting invited to the cast and crew screening of Paradise Recovered held at the Alamo Drafthouse. They were even so kind as to give me a film credit.
- Seeing Mr. Daniel Whittington rip up Opening Bell Coffeehouse.
- Watching my nieces get baptized during a very inspiring baptism service.
- Attending a small church called The Village.
- Seldom updating my website or twittering because it feels like there is so little occurring.
Since I’ve moved to DFW, this is what I’ve been thinking:
- that I honestly wouldn’t have gone this long without landing a proper job. It’s a foolhardy thought given the economy, but I now have a healthy appreciation for the difficulties of those that have faced much worse in regards to unemployment.
- that I’m living in interstitial space, somewhere between who I used to be and who I want to be, and unsure of who I am now. I once had a vague idea of my future, but now it’s an unseen vista just over the horizon.
- that the hamster in the wheel of my mind needs to ease up on the caffeinated beverages.
- that I’m entirely too ungrateful. Despite the things I rail against God for, I take far too many things and people for granted.
- that no matter how long the night, dawn still breaks like grace, a shimmering surprise to a worn-out sinner.
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