I just realized I've only written one entry a month since starting to keept this journal. I guess I just don't do journals very well. I already keep my logbook on paper for work, but this is different -- it's so public.
Having just gone through another of my periodic "What the heck am I doing?" crises, I'm starting to regroup again. It'll soon be two years since I quit my last job and went off on my own. I certainly can't complain about the fact that I've had steady work since then. I've even done very well financially, just working part-time. But I haven't achieved the goals I set out for myself at that time, and I feel like a failure because of that. I've decided I need to do one of two things:
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.This is definitely in the last category.
I just found out the LA Perl Mongers meeting next week is in South Pasadena instead of the Westside. I'll certainly make an effort to attend. Can't have too many Perl friends.
Maybe I should get some goals. But if I had them, maybe I wouldn't be as happy as I am. Granted, it's difficult to know where you're headed if you don't know where you're going, but at the same time, if I was striving for an endpoint, I might not be as happy with the day-to-day.
And I'm just so damned happy to be here.