A Career Coffee Drinker

“You’d be a lot happier if you just stopped thinking about yourself so much.”

I had lunch with Linda yesterday.  A friend of hers said that to her a few years ago when she was complaining about how fat she thought her ass looked in a particular pair of jeans.  She passed the phrase along to me during our meal.  Not sure what brought it up.  Neither of us were complaining about anything, but it seemed an appropriate story at the time.

I certainly felt it blog worthy.  I think back to the year I just lived, and there definitely were times where I’d have been better served focusing my thoughts outwards, rather than dwelling on internal conflucktupifications.

As with the past, my year ahead holds much promise.  I want to write some scripts (and get paid for ’em).  It’s all a matter of making connections.  Barely scratched the surface so far.  Gonna have to remedy that.  So far, so good.

I had coffee with Rod Pedersen the other day.  We go back a few years.  Coffee with a friend.  Never meant for it to happen, but it did.  Business came about towards the end of our conversation.  He set up a meeting for me.  A couple days later I took it.  There might be a documentary afoot.

I’ve been having coffee with a few contacts, colleagues, connections, friends, and the like.  Everyone knows someone who knows someone, and everything leads to some potential something or other.  I’m not even trying to make things happen.  I’m just having a lot of conversations with a lot of different people.

If I can keep up this pace when I get back to Toronto, I wonder how many tentacles could be spawned that would touch career enabling unfoldings?  It remains to be seen.

For the moment, life is good.  I’m surrounded by blessings.  Let’s just keep things on that path.


January 6th today.  I haven’t felt a great inclination to blog these past few days.  More than anything, I’ve been into being home, here in Regina, and soaking up the life being lived around me.

By now it’s no big secret that PJ, Jazzy and the baby have moved into my mom’s basement.  She’s going to finish her PhD from Regina where she can get a little more help with the baby.  I’m staying in my old room at mom’s place in the meantime.  I have mixed feelings about that.  We’re all under the same roof for the first time in years.  I miss waking up to my family.  I really do.  Don’t really miss being married.

In a week I leave for Toronto.  I’ll leave this temporary bubble time warp of the life I used to kind of have.  Other than the words I’ve put down here in this space, I’ve made a conscious effort to NOT put too much thought into what it all means to me.  I’m enjoying the moment.  It’s fleeting.  It will be different next time I return.

Jazzy and I are as close as ever.  We went over to Jason’s the other night and riffed off each other.  We’re hilarious together.  Afterwards, on the drive home, she asked if it would be alright if we just drove around the city for awhile.  No place to go.  Just her and me and hands falling off the clock.  We can communicate entire thoughts with just a simple shared look.  We cuddle on the couch at night and watch movies.  We live half a country apart and it means the world to me that we remain so connected.

PJ and I are also as close as ever too – had our first fight the other day.  I say that with a smile.  Though the romantic feelings have faded, we remain close friends.  We hang out.  We talk.  We can be ourselves around each other.  We’re also a little bit different from the good ‘ol days.  We’re better, more developed human being persons.  It’s a nice place to be.

The baby has been a bit of a surprise to me.  I always knew he would be in my life.  He’s my daughter’s brother.  Other than that, I was indifferent to the idea of him.  And then I met him in the airport in Vancouver last week.  He wound up on my shoulders.  I feed him.  I amuse him.  I carry him.  I scrunch up my nose and make funny sounds at him.  I sit him in my lap while I edit video.  I look forward to seeing him in the morning.  I already know that I’m really going to miss him when I leave.

Jazzy and I worked on the problem of what I should be called.  I’m uncomfortable with ‘Daddy’ because I’m not his father.  I wouldn’t want Jazzy calling any other father figure in her life ‘Daddy’ because that’s my special name.  Instead, we came up with the word, ‘Booba’.  It doesn’t mean anything.  It’s ours to make of it what we will.

I guess that’s ultimately what I’m taking from this whole experience.  The greatest gift of all has been to travel back in time, be a family again, bask in it, bring it into the present, and make of it what we will.  I’m going back to my life in Toronto.  PJ, Jazzy and the baby will be starting life anew in Regina.  The present holds many unanswered questions.  The future holds much promise and the past brings much wisdom to the road ahead.