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Such Huh


After taking some time off of writing my musings, I find it a bit awkward to come to the screen and write again. Funny how a short amount of time can change things, huh?

But, here I am.

I am all over the charts of life these days. It is a good thing most days. After Dad's death, I could not cry the way I once did. Now, I can again. It is a tad overwhelming since I became accustomed to my less emotional self.

But when I was viewing "Avatar" I could not help but cry at the beauty that is the world that James Cameron paints. It is good to feel again and not be scared as to where those feelings may lead me.

We had THREE snow days in Little Rock. What? I thought I was living in Arkansas. I enjoyed the time off, but it became a bit too much on the third day. I can be such a lazy bastard face trouser man. I did not shower for a day or more and my pajamas were like an exoskeleton. Gross, but true.

The other day I had a film moment. I called in to Pier 1 and told them I could not longer work there. I am not proud of the decision, nor am I not proud of it, but I knew it was my right thing to do. There is always some sort of drama going on there and it was time to bid my final adieu.

I am talking to a lovely Hallmark store this next week. I look forward to that experience and it branching into my future with the Hallmark company. I am hitting a lot of dead ends in terms of researching what the whole shebang is about at Hallmark (e.g. writing, editing, corporate world, what they want in submissions) so I am actively searching again.

On my Spring Break I am taking a trek to the big KC to check it out. It is odd to shift my career focus: such fear, such joy, such huh?

I think that is an accurate portrayal of where I am now:

I am marching in the realm of Such Huh, not knowing exactly where I am heading, trying to learn, and holding out a little faith that one day I shall know where it is I am landing.

Much love,
Dustin

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