Soakin' Up San Francisco

Exactly thirty days ago, I wrote that When September Ended I'd be in quite a new place in my life, in my living, in my career... in my Coryhood . That day has come, don't ask me how. I'm sitting on my cushy queen mattress, on the floor in my old room in Newbury (since it's too late and my limbs are too exhausted to have built my Ikea bed). The belongings most precious or pivotal in the day-to-day are here with me; I currently "lease" a storage space nearby, which is a psuedo-adult step for me. The amount of clothes I own has shrunk slightly in the past 48 hours of cleansing, though I still counted thirty dressies that hang on the oh-so-neglected left side of the closet for the rare occasion or girly summer day. 30. Isn't that ridiculous? I love my new role as a Manager. I get to help lead the vision of our days, our fiscal quarter, our time at this Admired company. I inspire a team of anywhere from 7 managers to 92 employees to [half-that] Red Zoners whe...

September is already in full swing. Labor Day weekend has come and gone, which means that summer is also trying to end - though the weather doesn't indicate as such. The fall solstice is approaching, Fantasy Football is taking off, USC has its first home game of the season on Saturday, and this month's the marker of the final third of the year 2013. Where is the time going? All I know is that I'm dead-set on making the most of it. To have accomplished my writing goal for this month will mean that I've written 19,500 more words down that I have at this very moment (in case you're not as quick at math as I obviously am, that means 750 words a day). Taking a stab at morning pages each day, like I currently am, will help me get there. Made coffee and an omelette, showered last night so that I could optimize my morning, splurged on a coconut water to stay hydrated, and planted myself in front of the AC so I'd face no excuse or distraction. How are you ever going t...