I Could Have Been An Olympian

June 3. I ended up not having to work today, so that sure freed up my day to do a whole lot of nothing. I got ready thinking I would need to go to work, and then got the news that they didn't need me so I applied for a few more jobs. I clicked apply on two and wondered why it was thank you for applying. I was like all I gave you was my email? Right before I applied for my third job I realized I had created a profile when I had applied for internships. Well what do you know a few people will be wondering why I am willing to do a job that usually pays 60k a year as a full time employee for free. So we will see how fast they get back to me. I then went to Central Park to read my new book. Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang. Let me just say the first two chapters had me laughing way to hard. I probably should not read this book in public. The more I think about it the more I think I should stay. I just need to find somewhere to live that wont be my entire pay check. But I should probably find a job first. Keeping my options open. Today I had some really great topic that I wanted to cover on here about nostalgia... but due to my amazing short term memory I no longer have this thought at the moment. I felt like it was triggered by the death of Rue McClanahan. Then kind of went through some contorted thought process of mine to think of nostalgia. While this is not what I originally thought if I write what I am thinking now, it may some how reignite my genius thought from earlier today. I had recently considered going back to a job that was possibly the greatest place I ever worked, but I left for a range of reasons. I was told that that part of my life was like kindergarden. Sure it was great when you were there, but if I were to go back now I wouldn't really fit in. You know chairs are way to small and I can read at at least a third grade level now. People are attached to memories in their lives that trigger different emotions and feelings. Almost everything you remember can be attached to someone else in your life or some critical moment in your life. So it only makes sense that when something is new you have a harder time accepting it, because you have nothing to connect it to or reference it to. These new events have to fall under some new category that somewhere down the road will end up being just as powerful as the memories you recall now. But in turn you have to take these experiences and work with what you are given until they become so far a part of your past that you want to remember all of those times. I regard every time in my life with some sort of fondness except perhaps middle school, horrible 3 years I think everyone must suffer through. When I was younger I participated in almost every activity there was to participate in. I did t-ball, baseball, gymnastics, swimming, rock climbing, boy scouts, soccer and piano. And for a short period when my mom wanted me to do orchestra and was questioned what instrument I wanted to play and I thought the harp sounded like a good idea, orchestra never became something I had to do, thank God. And while my parents and sister harped on me for being a quitter in almost everything I did as a child, I never thought of it as quitting. I thought of it as giving it a try. I sampled all that potentially interested me. And while the only thing that I ever wish I would not have given up on was gymnastics, mostly so I could be an olympian, but I'm pretty sure we all know that was a shoot dream. But from sampling almost everything under the sun, and being extremely selective and picky, I have cultivated a skill that after only a sampling of something I can decide if it is right for me or not, and I don't ever have to look back and question was I right or not. Except perhaps gymnastics, but again I just wanted to be in the olympics. So I guess while I am sampling NYC and I make my decision I can look back on this time as a fresh graduate, similar to my years in kindergarden, and know I made the right decision. No regrets.

Just picture my face here

* This is one of the better pictures I could find, I mean I guess it makes sense that all of these guys have odd faces since they could plummet to their death at any moment and use muscles most people don't even know they have.