Reinventing Myself?
How does a person make sense of an itinerant “career” for a potential employer when it doesn’t really make sense to oneself?
How does a person make sense of an itinerant “career” for a potential employer when it doesn’t really make sense to oneself?
Sig and I set out some time ago to complete a paired reading of Carl Jung’s autobiographical book Memories, Dreams, Reflections. It did not go as I’d thought and hoped it would.
It’s “resolution reset” season already. At least that’s what an ad I received yesterday proclaimed. And it set me to thinking …
Not being a person tightly tied to the Gregorian calendar, I have little use for new year’s resolutions and predictions, etc. Yet here I am, in the uncomfortable position of offering a prediction that could perhaps reach a tipping point as early as 2030.
In which I try to think and write my way through a bunch of stuff [really, there’s no better noun] in the aftermath of the 2024 presidential election.
To be precise, it is International Blasphemy Rights Day (BRD). How did I not know of this earlier?
Every year, I steel myself for this day and its unwelcome celebratory wishes. This year, I have a place to rant about it.