July is my birthday month, so lets catch up with your favorite blogger — who never blogs anymore.
I took a new job back in October which was a fantastic hedge.
For the past ten months, I have been building equipment and facilities for aviation (see photo). Here are the quick deets:
Duration: Shorter than a week to as long as a year.
Territory: East coast from Maine to the Bahamas.
Headquarters: Atlanta, and I stop in there once in a while to catch up with the Boss and the Braves.
Ability to thrive without a rigid schedule required. There have been 90 hour weeks, too. All in good cause, there is always something to learn here. Warren Buffett said “your most critical asset is yourself”, and I righteously believe it.
What’s it like to be on the frequent move? Liberating, mostly.
I left Orlando, truck less than half full. Tools, clothes, and golf clubs in tow. Golf clubs, double checked.
Dumbing down my possessions simplified travel and expedited my ability to get on the move. Vegas this weekend? No sweat.. Remember Tyler Durden saying the things you own, end up owning you? Maybe he was on to something.
Of course, there are always ups and downs with anything.
Getting a hair cut is one example and as a guy, I usually cut my own. I do a pretty nice job :). Though occasionally, I go to a barbershop for lack of time or various reasons. I enjoy the atmosphere, guys shoot the breeze, talk shop and the like with each other. Yet sometimes it doesn’t turn out that way.
Take Cartersville GA, perhaps an hour north and slightly east of Atlanta. According to Yelp, a quaint town with two barbershops. Needing a cut, I drive up to the first. A barber pole and list of typical men cuts are displayed in front window, a good sign. Late in the afternoon on a Thursday, I expect to wait. Walking in, ALL seats are empty, and I am lacking gender affiliation with all five present.
Did I walk in the wrong door? Grandpa’s-first-Iphone expression candidly consumes me and I hightail it through the entrance hoping I’ve opened the wrong door. Negative, sir.
Realizing what’s going on and not through with me, these felines follow me out the door. My inner Sheldon Cooper is thinking good Lord, what have I gotten myself into. Pandemonium inching closer, I jump in the car where I am enveloped in the parking lot. Still suffering shell shock, no answer is well received by this boisterous pack.
In the end, my hair was cut. Though, I still hold that no haircut took place that day voluntarily. I am still psychologically recovering, and pulling out odd shaped hairs…three months later
Nonetheless, on the balance scale the pros are without doubt more numerous. The travel and new experiences culminate to a style of life ripe for anyone in their twenties.
Currently, I’m in SoFlo, around the corner from the beach. I golf at a local club and jog the boardwalk on the weekends. Though a long way from pillars and verandas, it is a truly beautiful area.
Catch ya later