A Modern Day Job?

So I have had a long 10 days since my last post.  I think I am going to try and start making these more regular... So Tuesdays and Thursdays and occasional weekends?  Sounds like a custody battle and why am I asking you? Come back on those days and if there is a new post enjoy. If not, well I must have had busy day.

I keep rereading my title and wondering if it is right. It feels a bit arrogant calling oneself "A Modern Day Job". I realize that he was fully a man of God, no one could have refuted that, and that I am not that man. I also see the play on words of Job (the biblical character) and Job (the 9-5 thing most people dread).  But these are kind of intertwined for me.  I have been having an interesting 4 months.  I feel like there has been a lot of bumps along the road. I keep thinking that I am going to really start making progress for one thing and then find out that something happened and now I have to take a step back.  To do a quick summary of what I am referring to, I hurt my hip and likely have to have surgery (no sports),  I was sick for a month and the doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong (hard to do my job properly), My family is going through hard times (Emmaus, my 17month old niece had brain surgery a week ago).  I don't quite know how to take this really.  I am a patient man, so I am fine with waiting and hoping that it passes.  But it has been 4 months, and I feel like things are just piling on.  So what to do?  This is when I started thinking about patterns and such.  It appears that in the last year and a half I have had a plethora of blessings bestowed upon me.  I became an uncle.  This fills me with pride when I think about it even if the stinker cries every time she sees me though we are slowing making progress with that (see below).

 I got voted First Team All Region in Ultimate and on the club team I was playing for really became a key point in the offense.  I won an "Outstanding Young Investigator" award at a prestigious conference for my research in genetics.  And with all of the various things that have happened, each one of these have become tainted in some form or another.  This came to my mind which was interesting because I haven't read the book of Job in some time.

"Have you not put a hedge around him and his household and everything he has? You have blessed the work of his hands, so that his flocks and herds are spread throughout the land. But now stretch out your hand and strike everything he has,and he will surely curse you to your face..... Very well, then, everything he has is in your power, but on the man himself do not lay a finger"

So back to the question, What to do?  I ask for more patience and perseverance. I ask for loving hands of those who are close to me or those who care, to wrap themselves around me until this time passes. For surely this too shall pass.

I would like to say that there have been a few who have come to my aid and when I was at low points whether they knew it or not have bent down on their knees and truly held me up. To those few people, I suppose it is appropriate due to the day being Thanksgiving, from the depths of my heart, Thank you.


One Day,

C. Fletcher

ManEater

So have writing about 4 posts that have not been posted yet.  What does that mean for you readers?  Nothing.  I would like to say that you are going to be getting a ton of posts soon, but I doubt that will happen.  Each have a reason for not being published, I am either working things out personally in the writings or they are not finished.  But since I did give you that teaser, I will tell you that one of them is the prologue to the book that I am slowly writing.  Fancy... Right?  Maybe one day I will share that (I am not again being bribed).

I wanted to share a song with you today.  It has been in my head all day, and I suppose there are normally reasons for things to be stuck in ones head, and that has not changed in this situation either.  Either way, its great to have such a catchy song on my mind.  Enjoy.

Watch Out Boys

So my brain is pretty all over the place right now, likely because I have more stuff to do than I have time for, but I had a thought.  What do you think History is really like?  Are the stories that you know actually accurate?  History is written by the victors right?  Well then what has actually happened in our personal and our world's past?  For example, a woman who is dating and or married to, and meets the man of her dreams, and after some time, she ends up marrying that man and they live happily ever after.  Sounds like a wonderful story right?  What about if you put yourselves in the shoes of the other guy who did not "win". It doesn't sounds like a very good story anymore.  It sounds much less like an incredible love story, and much more like something someone who questionable morals (normally the darker antagonist in a story) would do, treachery, bringer of sorrow, ect.

Who is the Hero?  Who is the Villain?  I don't think it is possible to say for certain, but the answer is probably close to something like, it depends on who ends up being the victor and is able to propagate the story more efficiently.

*the example used is this blog is not representative to anything outside of cyberworld.  Any similarities of real situations are being used for philosophical purposes and do not reflect the direct option of the author.


One Day,

C. Fletcher

Last Words

So I have been thinking about how isolated from my family.  Though it isn't like I am on the other side of  the country or anything, I realize as I am at school I am slowly missing being able to watch how their lives change.  I am missing my niece grow up.  I am missing watching my sister Laurisa and brother Dan, grow to become pillars of faith and out of this world parents.  I am missing how my Dad tells me ridiculous thoughts and anecdotes while we are on as Mark Twain would put it, "A Good Walk Ruined"  or as he would put it, 'an appointment with Dr. Green, who will surely give us a good dose of medicine before we are done'.  I am missing my mom tell me that "There is nothing to eat in the cupboard" and me thinking... that is impossible, how do these people not starve?  and then having her say something like, "If you want to go to Winsteads I wouldn't mind a shake and some fries.." Knowing that there is probably something for me to eat but she really wants some Winsteads.  I miss how I will sit down on the couch trying to leave to go back home and realize 3 hours later that we have been chatting too long and that I am going to be really late, but not really caring.

I know that this post is pretty sentimental, but I had a thought.  What are the last words that you have said to your family?  and would they be something that you would want to tell everyone if they were the last?  I know that family can be difficult sometimes, but take some advice from someone who doesn't get the chance to see their family often, cherish it. It can be very difficult when you can't see them when you want.

My last little comment I want to make on the subject of family is this. I was asked by a girl in a bit of a flirty manner if I needed a muse to help me get through studying (I was having a rough day with all of the work I had piling up).  My response surprised me a bit but as it turns out is incredibly true. I said, "I already have a muse, so I'm good."  She asked who, and I just sent back this.  My Muse.   Living away from my family in situations like this is hard.  I feel constantly that my family doesn't feel like I care or that the situation doesn't hit me as hard because it is not as "real" for me because I don't see it very often. It motivates me in every step of my life. I push myself so hard because I want to be able to make a difference and help in anyway I can.

If I don't get a chance to talk to you again I want you to know that I love you.

One Day,

C. Fletcher

My Muse

Renaissance and Chaos

It is funny how quickly time can fly by when you are sick and don't have time to think about how hard life is going to crush you down if you don't start putting in 18 hour days...  Know the feeling?  No?  ahh.. Well I suppose that it always sounds worse in the Autobiography.

I keep getting veiled threats, threats might be a strong word, but veiled comments at least about getting back to blogging.  I find this pretty amusing because from what I can see only like 3 people actually read this blog. At the same time this is not really the point of the blog.

I have had a few thoughts lately about life and how things are progressing.  I realized that most really successful people, by this I mean people who are ground breaking and completely on top of their field, have huge deficits in other areas of their life.  Their are of course exceptions to this but they are few.  One of the things that I have noticed about this is that this life that is so one dimensional has to be very sad and could explain why those people are in general considered jerks, conceded, depressed, or what not.  They do not know how to deal with things other than what they excel at.  What does this mean for the other people who are good at so many things that they have trouble focusing on any one thing, a Renaissance person if you will.  Do they often slip into obscurity? I think that is possible. Also these people likely often wind up in white collar, middle income jobs.  These people likely also do very well at their job, but do not excel past a certain point due to their inability to lock down on being great in one area.

I see many of these renaissance people and would likely be dumped into this category myself.  I am happy that is the case, but it is a bit of a terrifying situation because I won't be dumped into obscurity by the by the turn of the wheel. The next logical question would be how do you avoid this? is it possible? I think it has to be. I don't have a solid solution for it yet though.  My best guess at this point would be to use your "free or relaxing" time to do something you are passionate about. Most people waste so much time everyday because they make excuses like, I deserve to watch this movie and do nothing else because I am stressed, exhausted, ect.  I find this pretty amusing because though I fall into this category more often than not, I still know that if I take those two hours to do something I am passionate about, when I am done I am so much more fulfilled and when I am doing it, I stop being stressed or tired.

I am in a perpetual state of controlled chaos.

One Day,

C. Fletcher