Hong Kong? Touch My Toes?

So a mere 3 weeks after I announce to everyone in Atlanta that I'm moving home...I change my mind and instead might be moving to Hong Kong.

What the fuck is my problem?

I just might be one of those people that's never satisfied and never able to settle down or stick with one life plan.

Hopefully not but time will tell, right?

Rich Cousin Randy was in town this week and brought up the idea of me assisting his family again. A few years ago I never would've taken that job because it won't challenge me or allow me live up to my potential, but now...? Priorities change.

I've been looking for a job for several months and have only seen one or two that sound interesting enough and inspire me to subject myself to the torture that is composing a cover letter. But I haven't had any connections to those jobs so my resume surely got lost amongst the hundreds submitted. I'm thinking that I just need to make some good money for awhile and Randy might be the best solution - if only temporary.

So somehow I find myself in life limbo once again. It's a familiar place I know well but am not fond of.

I'm reeeeeeeeeeally looking forward to having the next conversation with Randy. If he pays me the right amount of money I'll probably do it. To live in Hong Kong would be crazy but it would only be for a year. Then I'd go to London with them which would be amazing. Work for another year, have some once-in-a-lifetime type experiences and then re-evaluate everything. Again.

OR - I could find a dream job tomorrow in NY or Atlanta and toss all of that out the window. To be "glass half full" for a moment my life could be a lot worse. These are pretty fucking cool options that a lot of people would love to have.

"Meet the Parents" is on TV right now. I'm not sure when Ben Stiller turned the corner and went from the "funny Tom Cruise" who's work I really enjoyed to a total douchebag but it definitely happened.

I thought I was going to get some action last night and I got a little bit but not what I was hoping for. Fuckin' A. Got some good snuggle time in though which always feels good.

I might start taking yoga. I think it'll really help me with my anxiety (and I won't have to become a pothead which was my other idea) and my flexibility which is shit. I've never been able to touch my toes and I really want to. I'm like that guy who's gut is so big he can't see his feet.

Okay, it's really nothing at all like that but I'm hungover. Shut up.

That'll be my mid-year resolution. Touch my toes by Christmas. It's random but something I can control in my life when everything else is all over the place.

And now I shall watch "Meet the Parents" because I'm too braindead to do anything else.