And now, for entirely unimportant reasons, I would like to give my 40th annual State of the Geek address.
The occasion for this address is the fact that the Earth is in a specific position in its yearly orbit of the sun.
Today, the Olsen Twins celebrate their 28th Birthday.
Tim Allen also turns 61.
Malcolm McDowell turns 71.
This year, The Editors of Jeremy-Gilby-dot-com wave farewell to their thirties. Looking back, quite a lot happened between the years 2004 and 2014. Too much to remember in this single post. (So just look through the Personal section.)
Even this year was quite a mix of excitement, tragedy, rising and falling action, struggle and drastic change. (There were some good times too)
Its hard to sum up everything, there are a lot of emotions which are still unresolved. (Who would have guessed I would be attending a Homicide Survivor Support Group?)
I think the best summary of the last year is what other’s, who know what has been going on, and their observations to me:
- You’re in constant pain. You’ve been suffering disappointment after disappointment with your medical recovery. You were affected by a murder-suicide. I don’t know how you can still have a good attitude.
So I think that is my summary of this past year. “Good Attitude under Unusual Pressure”.
I don’t wish this kind of thing on anybody.
One thing I’m mildly sad about is my reading diet. It has ceased. Mostly because of my job. At the same time, my blogging has dwindled to nothing. I fear my output is dependent on my intake. Having no outside internet access at work has crippled my view of current events. And since I don’t watch television at home, I’m now behind in politics and even popular culture (not a complaint, I actually kind of like it).
But I do miss reading. But my mind is not usually in the mood to digest text when I get home from the office.
I thought this would be a bad year for my job title. Part of it has been. My department was 4 people strong, and in the fall we learned we were going to shift in job description and as a result be cut by 50%. Then some geniuses actually did the math and realized 2 people could not support a rapidly growing project. So we were only cut 25%. While my job shifted from judging people to judging the people judging the people, the role got pretty dry. Now that we have some data to look at, the three of us are leading the way in driving change in the organization. It has taken awhile and some major changes in office politics, but I’ve found I’m less of a Cubicle Grunt, and more of a leader.
Still a long way to go, but I can see the road from the weeds.
Two months ago, I could only see weeds.
Socially, things are pretty dry. And I only have myself to blame.
I could spout some excuses about the past year’s tragic events, but the past two years have been a problem.
Circumstances did have something to do with it, but my personal behavior had more weight. I had stopped trying. I let personal depression dictate my life. (The year before last was NOT a year of Good Attitude under Pressure.)
And that itself is a tragedy, I figuratively fell behind. My circle of friends progressed, while I remained stagnant. Their lives are richer and mine remained static, and even fell to discord as tragedy loomed.
My friends are not gone. But the relationships are not the same. And that is something to mourn.
Years ago, someone made a joke which stuck with me. Every man has a race in his life. Which reaches 40 first, his age or his waistline.
I beat my waistline to 40.
Here is to another trip around the sun…