Somehow I have trained Quicksilver that a quick search for my blogging software of choice, ecto, should result in the bookmark for Octodog. Invariably when I just want to write a quick entry here, I end up pondering octopus-shaped hot dogs.
And then I lose my train of thought. I mean, who wouldn’t? It’s an octopus AND a hot dog.
Thursday evening was the big summer party for work, and it was quite the party. I planned on going right at 16:30, staying an hour, then heading to the gym before the SFlickr gathering. Not exactly. A group of us closed the place down at 21:30 and then went to a bar in the Marina for another few hours. I met some new people, and I got to know a couple of them over the course of one excellent evening. We had fun. I had fun.
I’m having a lot of fun these days. Sometimes I am taken aback by how not-unhappy I am anymore. I had achieved a comfort level in being unhappy; I perceived myself as an unhappy person, and I lived accordingly. Of course, this is not to say that everyone who is unhappy has a choice to be so or not, but I do think that more of us have more of a choice than we realize.
Having a choice means potentially making a mistake. But the alternative – indefinite stagnation in the name of fear – is unbearable.
I’m trying to make good choices in the following areas, because they directly impact my happiness level: