When I'm least happy: When I’m busting my ass for someone else’s bad idea, switching from summer daylight saving time to winter standard time, when I just can't get the words out, when I ponder the immense popularity of reality TV, when I waste a beautiful day on pointless minutiae.
A little bit more:
I bought a house in the near burbs and I am still trying to decide if it’s an asset or an albatross.
The more “successful” I get, the more the American notion of success leaves me cold. The answer lies somewhere in rejecting without retreating, reducing consumption without reducing contribution. Some days I'm left tugging at the chain of convention like a restless hound dog; other days I'm inspired.
In past lives, I’ve been a theater techie, a movie casting agent, a taxi driver, a rider of the rails. I love the lost souls, the beautiful losers and the freaks, but I have never been that cool. I’m drawn to the chimes at midnight but I also like my sleep.
Most of all I value curiosity, compassion and all the little live things.