Summer is coming
A boy - strike that - replace it with “a man”, because I can craft the narrative to be whatever I want, was working in a tunnel. The man, very attractive and very smart, huddled over his laptop, a new laptop, which compared to his old laptop, had four times the processing power and eight times the charisma. For the last two weeks, the man had been busy earnin’. He’d been sucked into the final sprint of a long work winter.
Kinda tired but rather hopeful, the man looked up to see a light at the end of the tunnel. “Is it that time already?” he asked himself. After checking his watch, he confirmed, yeah - it’s been almost three months, only one week to go. The watch, which told the time and not the date, was somewhat confused how the man inferred the information, so the watch asked, “Are you ok? Do you need sleep?” The man ignored the watch since watches can’t talk. Stay in your lane, watch.
The light, still far off but within reach, flashed a single. The man used google to translate the morse code message. Of course it was morse code, the metaphorical light was rather primitive. When has an intelligent light ever been in a tunnel? The best lights aren’t manmade and don’t shine below ground. No, the best lights are the ones that can damage your skin and burn your eyes with excessive exposure. This light was rather unimpressive. Anyways, the light’s message read, “June 7th.” The man RSVP-ed yes.
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Dumb metaphor aside, busy season is almost over, and I’m excited. I’ve got a bunch of fun summer plans, including:
Writing. My 2021 New Year’s Resolution, subsection B, was to write 100 blog posts with each post being 500 words. However, I’ve fallen off that pace. I didn’t fall off the path, more so, I stopped to tie my shoes for an extended time, not realizing the clock hadn’t been paused.
Shoes fully tied, I’m hit with this disheartening reality, the race hadn’t been stopped on my account. I storm over to a race official, his name tag reads “Father Time”, I say, “What the hell, why didn’t you stop the race? I had stuff I needed to take care of.”
The race official shakes his head, “That’s not how it works.”
I say, “But I prioritized the right stuff. It’s not fair.”
“It’s equally unfair for everyone, so therefore it’s fair. Life’s chasing you, so run.” Then the race official disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Whatever, I’m young, so legally I don’t have to learn that life lesson until I’m older.
Returning to my point, I’m going to attempt to keep to a regular post schedule if I can. Since most of the work hydra heads will die on June 7th, I’ll have more time to venture towards other quests, like writing for my blog
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More Writing. Speaking of writing, I’m also going to pick up the pace for my book. Using my excel wizardry skills, I mapped out a three year plan to finish my book. At a reasonable pace of one chapter every two weeks, I should finish the writing portion in December, 2022. After that, I’ll spend all of 2023 editing the book. And finally, in the first half of 2024, I’ll snag a publisher into publishing the book for me. The estimated travel time totaled three years. I’d like to be an author in three years. (For anyone reading, please hold me accountable, I’d appreciate your support!)
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Studying. To be certified for the job I’m already doing, don’t think about it, I’ve got to finish a bunch of modules, some homework type assignments, and something called a final assessment. Once I finish all that, my house maester, the mighty Society of Actuaries, will allow me to legally append the letters “ASA” to my email signature. It’ll be the hardest A’s I’ve ever worked for.
In the same way I’ve mapped out a book schedule, I’ve mapped out an ASA study schedule. Ideally I’ll finish this December.
I’m adding this to the list of fun summer plans since I enjoy learning. (Also because I get a five thousand dollar bonus from my employer upon completion, which doesn’t sound as wholesome as “I enjoy learning”, so I’m putting it in parenthesis.)
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Vacationing.
Sister’s undergrad graduation.
Olympic National Park.
Glacier National Park.
Hell’s Canyon tour boat.
Grand Junction Colorado.
Week long floating of the Green River in Utah.
Drop the mike.
Not to brag, but I studied hard in college and got a career job, so I can afford to vacation a few times during the year.
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Reading. During March, April, and May, I almost finished a single book. Unbroken. For someone who claims to be a writer, that showing is unacceptable. It’d be equivalent to an athlete who didn’t eat Wheaties. I need books as much as Simone Biles needs her flakes.
