Happy post-Monday post mortem internet people! As per usual today was a day just like most others. I awoke to the sound of my blaring alarm clock. It was reminding me that the routine was about to kick off again for another 5 days. I climbed out of bed, fairly groggy and my dog sort of curled up with me. The adventures continue as I went to work and did those work things. It's funny...you write this stuff out on paper and it's like "why?". What is the point... but we keep on going forward. Trying to find meaning in what it is we're pursuing. At the moment I have accepted where I am as a gateway to the next phase of my life. This is an enabler allowing me to work on my PhD and my MS. After all is said and done in that arena... then I can figure it out from there. 2008 - Dr Johnathon - Fait Accompli.

So...until tomorrow! God speed internet people...God speed.

So, here I am...breaking down all the traditional reservations I've had about Blog writing and exposing myself to all of you, the land of OKcupid and whomever else stumbles upon my meanderings. I will open this piece with a discussion of my activities of late. I don't really know what triggered my current mode of introspection, but alas, here I am searching once again for meaning. Meaning really can take many forms and as with anything it's very relativistic. I suppose the root of my conundrum centers around my own current state of unhappiness. I sit here, thinking back to my adventures and accomplishments, and now I have a dog and a desk job? I used to be a rock star, a mover and shaker, helping define an industry, living in the limelight and I now have my dog. Who, I might add, I love very dearly. Pain in the ass that she is :). Stepping back I believe that I am very malcontent with my current situation. I have something that some people set as their life goal. A good job, decent salary, great health benefits and great fringe benefits. Though, I'm just not content. I feel like I've stopped growing and I almost dread the return to the mines. In essence my life has become a routine, I go to work, come home, do school work, sleep, wait for the weekend. Then add in the mix of awkward dating or imbibing to much alcohol. Again, none of this is necessarily bad but I have higher expectations for myself. I understand and recognize that this is just currently a means to an end. That ultimately I'll have my PhD and another master's, some more publications and be ready to move on. I'm just getting stir crazy! I want to do more. I want to get up and both change and conquer the world again. There was a time in my life when I defined my existence by finding a way or making one ... well I'm setting things up once again to move in that direction. It will, in the end, be ok. It's just a matter of striving, pushing, suffering and going through this horror that people call a routine. 9-5, sitting behind a desk, repeating ad nausem until we die. No f'ing thank you. I will manifest my own destiny and Johnathon the rockstar, the mover and shaker will return to wreak havoc on the world. :)