My Type

One of the greatest challenges in life is the balance of ambition and joy. My soul suggests that once I find my passion I can accomplish both at once. My head tells me how unlikely that is to happen.

Ambition is a demanding mistress. She calls on you in all hours, demands your utter devotion, and will more than likely cheat on you with the next guy. You have to talk to her, reason with her, study her. Endless hours of work and toil. And she might not even stay with you. Sucks. But damn does it feel good when she’s fulfilled. (But she is never satisfied)

Joy is out there doing exactly what you want to do. She’s rock climbing, and wakeboarding, and hanging out on the beach. She’s out there, traveling the world, laughing at shows, and contemplating history’s greatest masterpieces. She’s perfect and you always want to be with her. And she’s always where you want to be.

Somewhere, down the road, I’ll find my girl. For now, I stand on the intersection of almost and there.