Precipice

I'm a broken record I know, and perhaps a bit of a softy, but when it feels like 93 at 1 in the morning I curse southern China and praise air conditioning.

How long can a person(s) stand at a precipice in life? 1 week? 6 months? 2 years and running? How do you know when to walk away? Is your contingency plan all you thought it was or just poorly crafted from the get-go.

In a past life I was a pessimist, but what artsy angsty teen isn't? Having just finished the Soprano's DVD set, I can happily reflect on the follies and errors of high school, perhaps even in college. Where do I fall now? Probably right in the middle of the 25-30 demographic that likes button-down shirts and the Daily Show. Probably pretty damn boring, but optimistic in this time of American uncertainty.

But I'm out here, working, procrastinating, reflecting, and pushing to minimize my regrets and take full advantage of what is available here. The young American gone East is beaten to hell. Everyone and their cousin has spent time out here it seems, not everyone is doing what we are, but plenty are.

Which is why we need to be the best.

Good talk, back to Excel for me...