Honest, Strong, Kind, and Wise
Status of Life Goals
-
Get a Ph.D.
-
Do something like the Peace Corps
-
Help someone who cannot return the favor/“Pay it forward”
-
Do something significant
-
Be happy with what I have and have done
-
Prepare to die
Overall Goals for This Next Phase of My Life:
-
Stabilize my career
-
Stabilize my relationship
-
Grow in strength (of mind and body)
-
Do something significant
-
Do something like the Peace Corps
-
Help someone who cannot return the favor
-
It’s not a time to live richly and enjoy, is it? No, now is a time to work
So:
-
Exercize discipline in mind and body
-
Set a daily, weekly, monthly, etc. schedule and stick to it
-
Keep up on the system
-
Yeah, keep a journal like this
-
Keep a bed and wake-up time
-
Exercize, of course
-
Bring Min more into your life; make it work or end it if it doesn’t
-
Maintain and build relationships
(They do help you stick to schedules and tasks, too)
-
Set and enjoy free time
My strengths, weaknesses, and disposition as they relate to my career
Weaknesses
-
Very bad at prioritizing tasks; easily distracted by things like making div tags to create these lists
-
Very bad at long-term discipline: Follow Through
-
I can let things go to my head
Strengths
-
Ambitious and stubborn; I can hold on and push through
-
I do do good work when I put my head to it
-
Can be charming; make a good first impression even if I can’t follow up with persistent quality
Dispositions
-
Very agreeable, but not assertive enough in the right ways
-
Bullshit artist
-
I’ve got my head in the clouds. I’ve been working on this—and gotten better—but need to do more.
-
I really do want to make a difference
-
Look at “big pictures” . . . at the expense of minding even important details
A few thoughts after returning from Japan
Min wants two things: mother-like support/comfort and to connect with me spiritually. Me, I need—yeah, need—more love in my life. That is part of wanting a kid; the rest is, well, simply wanting that kind of relationship (I think).
Rica has come to occupy an odd part of my life. Always a momentus figure in my heart’s jungled terrain, she has come to embody sweet longing and loss. I reel from what I have lost in giving her up; and now to write to her (to try to ensure that she continues to want me to write to her) I focus my writing on loosing the self, loosing desire. She is gone, and it is because she has become so good at leaving (this world, these pangs) that I want her. And the best way I see to try to get a part of her back is to help her leave.
Yeah, ultimately I may be in a position to better find and establish an investigation into how to help the world. But for now, simply studying the mechanisms for self-efficacy, etc. in disadvantaged, urban kids is lofty enough.
My life is small. And focusing on a small but significant caste of characters only grows it.