Flowers and Super Powers

Sometimes being single is frustrating. The last few days, I have run around like a chicken with my head cut off securing a mortgage, condo insurance, etc. As someone with little knowledge about interest rates and finances (beyond the ideal of paying bills on time), I am exhilarated, although exhausted, that I accomplished all of this on my own.

Yesterday, however, I was at the end of my rope. The questions that you are asked by insurance companies and mortgage companies are ENDLESS. (No, I do not know how high the lawn is kept in the complex.) So perhaps I using a bit of hyperbole here, but you get the picture.

I have a new friend; his psuedonym is CMP. He seemed to sense that I was at the end of my rope yesterday. Today, when I came back to the office after finalizing a few loose ends with regard to the condo purchase, there was a splendid display of flowers on my desk. Superheroes really do "save (brighten) the day."

The Way Colin Powell Sees It

I stopped at Starbucks this morning. This isn't a typical morning routine for me, but I do enjoy the occasional tall, decaf, no foam, soy latte. (Not to digress, but how many descriptive attributes does one beverage need?)

Since I possess an affinity for children, and have a job that emphasizes the importance of small electronic devices, the following statement, by Colin Powell, which was printed on my to go cup, captured my attention.

"All children need a laptop. Not a computer, but a human laptop. Moms, dads, grannies, and grandpas, aunts, uncles - someone to hold them, read to them, teach them. Loved ones who will embrace them and pass on the experience, rituals and knowledge of a hundred previous generations. Loved ones who will pass to the next generation their expectations of them, their hopes, and their dreams."

Single Income, No Children

I am 29 and single, well divorced if you want to get technical. I have no children. Sit down, as this may stun you, but I am quite content with my life. Yes, some of my quixotic pursuits have fallen to the wayside, but these have been replaced with new ideals and goals that better represent the adult I have become. Please stop asking me if I am "ok"; please stop looking at me with pity in your eyes. Self-actualization is a state that individuals wax and wane through; please recognize that I will, at some point in the future, attain equilibrium.