Yesterday was a little unusual. Not unusual in the sense I cut down a tree or my driving test got cancelled again, but unusual in the way that some important descisions suddenly needed to be made. These descisions involve design, travel and creativity, three of my favourite things.
My horoscope in the Metro was oddly foretelling (not that I ever pay the blindest to them normally) but, “As of today, things will start moving again. You won’t keep encountering glitches and it will be possible to to get a sentence out. The big thing you’ve been rethinking is ready to rock. You’ll still be livid at the DSA.”
OK, well the last bit was my own addition, but the first part feels true enough. Talking to Currin the night before got me thinking about the bigger picture. His adventures in the USA never cease to amaze me. Last week for example, he went to meet some fella called Dean Kamen. Heard of him? Probably not. Know what he invented? Yes, probably… the Segway and few other bits an pieces along the way. Anyway, because Kamen didn’t think he’d be exciting enough to talk to on his own, he brought along a couple of guys who manage Google, and the people who own Encyclopaedia Brittanica. Another extraordinary day.
As predicted in my horoscope (we’ll strictly not predicted as I didn’t read it until after these things had happened) stuff has started moving again. The day before yesterday’s shake-up was part of a much wider disruption regarding going forward on a number of fronts (hence my unprecedented level of angst) and so yesterday I approached as much as I could with a clear head.
During a meeting in the afternoon, I was presented with some unexpected opportunities. There are some very interesting routes lying open ahead of me now, and it may well be that I have to start making some life-decisions a little earlier than expected.
After finishing up there, I headed back to Birmingham and then onto Moseley for a couple of impromptu drinks with Gwyth. We ended up taking part in the pub quiz, and stormed into joint last place. Admittedly there were just the two of us, the questions were targetted at the over 40s and some of the other teams (which were 8-10 strong) sat around their tables looking like the next descision they were about to make was whether to press The Red Button, when in fact they were really trying to remember which well known actress was sent down in 1982 for tax evasion.
It was a funny night, although ultimately with no sense of victory.
Despite this, I feel charged; a good feeling.