Monday, August 8, 2011

Blind Ambition

I've been wearing a lot of ties to work this week. I don't have to. In fact I don't even have to wear shoes. (And many times I don't.)

But lately I've been wearing a lot of ties.

A coworker asked why I was dressing up. I thought for a few seconds, but I didn't have anything to say. So I thought for another few seconds. "I think it's a physical manifestation of pent-up ambition."

Lately my craving for some new enterprise has ranked ahead of cravings for:
  • Pie
  • Milkshakes
  • Naps
  • Peace and Quiet
  • Kissy Face
This is BIG. On a personal Richter scale, this is Japan-rattlingly big. It weighs on me. I've been wandering around the house and office and anywhere else I wander saying, "I need a second job... I need a second job... What else can I do?" I've even gone to picturesque settings, looked past horizons and over valleys, and struck thoughtful poses while waiting for ambition's call to strike like lightening.


This has been an on-going frustration of my adult life: I feel so perfectly suited for some distinguished work, but I have no idea what that work might be.

I know this is egotistical. I know I AM egotistical. But I'm open to suggestions. What should I be? What should I do? The world should be my oyster; I need to find a way to pry this sucker open.


Holdinator said...

How often do you pick up the ol' bass these days?

Or, something in public service. I will vote for you.

Daniel said...

Something about the bass just doesn't scream "ambition" to me--maybe if only be the association of days spent with no higher purpose than procuring Mt. Dew and watching basic cable.

Maybe I'll be governor or something.