Okay, someone remind me how I got here again.
I was born.
I somewhat suffered/survived growing up in Gonzales under two parents who raised me to think, question authority, and most importantly, get the heck out of Gonzales.
Moved to College Station for school.
Graduated, and somehow ended up in Houston, somewhere I never thought I’d live.
But only because that’s the only place I was being offered jobs.
Surf around through several jobs.
Land a good job in the oil and gas industry.
Joined the ‘laid off’ club.
Had to move back home when my unemployment ran out.
Job searched, endlessly, relentlessly, for two years.
Finally offered another job in San Marcos.
Where am I going.
I have, almost, completely fallen off track with my career goals while here in San Marcos the past month or two. I’ve been distracted by big projects at work and a relationship.
Not good.
Not good.
Must refocus.
Must refocus.
Much studying to do if I want to reach the certification I’m looking at within the next two years.
So much to do.
How did I get here?
Partially dumb luck.
Partially failure.
Mostly hard work.
Dear economy: Please get better. There is so much young talent out here among the masses that would be great, positive influences in the workforce if they could get some substantial work experience under their belts.
I know.
Some of them are my students.
And no, I’m not going to tell them how hard it is out there right now.
That’s life.
That’s how THEY get there.
As for me?
Still not sure where I’m headed. Just some goals in mind 🙂
