Good to hear from you, it has been a while since that fireside chat over at ****‘s place many moons ago. The short version of my long, rambling, and mostly about me answer is: Grab something you think you like by the balls and do it. If you don’t like it you’ll know pretty quick and you’ve got enough time and money and talent to move on when you need to.
Ok, onto the rambling bullshit:
I’m teaching for the Navy, small boat handling and diving. Good money, reasonable (really, fucking phenomenal) time off and a chance to hang around the **** environment without getting sucked in. It’s safe and it’s enjoyable, but after 3 years of it I am ready to move on. I wasn’t born to live a safe and enjoyable life, although it’s been both lately. Too little room for creativity and too much of a “box” to be living in.
So we’re in the same boat in a way, except you’ve got a timeline and I don’t. The first step is already made for both of us; we’ve decided to move on to something new.
Stuff that I think about for my next activity include job satisfaction and challenge and creativity. I have a mental list I’m slowly putting together that includes working with my hands, solving real problems, working with people, being outside, being answerable to those who perform at a higher level than me and who can help bring me up, and bringing in a steady enough flow of money that I can meet my obligations.
Beyond that, I don’t know what to do other than to continue to pursue clarity on it and trim away anything that doesn’t need to be there and just let it sit until it grows on its own and I create something awesome and new and custom to me. Stuff that has helped in the past has included trips to hang out with friends like CR, taking a class or a course, going and checking out totally foreign things, and reading a bunch of new books.
To that end Lee & I are heading off to Patagonia for a 16 day trip in December. Maybe that exploration will yield results, maybe I’ll meet someone on the plane, maybe that time away from the Navy job will allow me to release some of those JOB bondages and think up of something new.
CR and I have talked lots about different jobs or companies, and some of the ideas we’ve come up with have sounded pretty
awesome; teaching rich people how to act, or teaching rich kids how to act (both of those by surrounding the client with a group of good dudes), or solving funky problems that there are no “experts” for, or building a compound/community where we could be self-reliant and interdependent with folks we dig.
I was talking to a buddy of mine, ****, the other day and we thought it would be pretty awesome to start a school for all ages that addressed what seems to be a hunger in this society for the upbringing of men, something that combines stuff you find at the service academies with stuff you’d find at a school like Hampshire or Evergreen. Boxing and Greek lit. in the morning, gardening and blue collar work in the afternoon. Lots of outdoor activity and a general disregard for physical comforts, all in the pursuit of human arete. A basic and unfashionable uniform and a desire to instill a penchant for hard living and a thirsty intellect in our students.
So while that simmers and boils and develops on its own I just bought another ATM to put into a local restaurant and that’ll build the income stream by a few hundred dollars more a month. It seems that it’s about lots of “dream-time” and an equal amount of “Guns up, let’s do this” activity.
As far as advice on “the outside”; dude, the sky is the motherfucking limit for you. There is nothing out there that doesn’t satisfy the basics of money and time and the rest of that bullshit that you can’t pick up in two weeks, it’s whether or not you want to take the ten years to master it and trade those years for other years when you could be doing something else.
If any of this helps or if you’ve got questions write or call anytime. Keep thinking, keep chargin’, keep reading, and if all else fails get under the squat bar or get out on a hard run and just see what kind of push you’ve still got. Sometimes those self-imposed moments of intense physical duress create the fastest and hardest and hottest creative juice kick you’ll find.
Ok for now,