Adjustment.

My world sometimes feels beyond my control. A sailboat sans rudder. Part of this feeling is from my recent return to single status, part from some big changes in my work life that have been leaving me unsure about my career direction. For as adventurous as I would like to believe I am, I still have intense cravings for routine and familiarity - I take comfort in my customary life.

All this change has me worried. I know that the odds are long, but I can't help but think about the possibility of failure in what I'm doing and where I'm going now. I'm my own worst enemy sometimes.

Luckily, my stronger feeling is excitement. Historically, change has been good to me, even when it comes in a crappy box. I've always managed to land on my feet, learn a little something, and end up a better person for the experience. I'm excited to see where this plotted course takes me, the things I learn and the people I meet.

As I type this, there is the sound of thunder outside. Thunder in LA is a very rare event - I could count the number of thunderstorms I've seen in 6+ years of living here without running out of fingers. I'm gonna consider the thunder my own little symbol right now. A bookmark.

Optimism feels pretty damn good.

The awesomeness of Polaroid

For those of you reading this blog who don't know Mary Hartney, she's a blogger friend of mine (although we've never met) who also works for the Baltimore Sun. She just wrote a great article on the demise of Polaroid film and the enthusiastic cult following that has sprung up in the last few years. Go read!