Growing Up

So I'm sitting here listening to Jill Scott's beautiful music and reading up on some style notes...to be quite honest, I'm feeling real grown.

There was a time that I had no meaningful interaction with or knowledge of what was required in order to be socially mobile. I knew little about the necessity of muted suit colors. My father often said that your tie should be your fashion statement rather than the suit itself. As a brotha raised in the Church of Gawd in Christ, I was privy to sights like red suits, powder blue suits with overalls for pants, lime green walking suits, matching ties and shirts, cartoon characters on people's ties, and any number of other "interesting" sartorial choices. Because of these fairly regular models, I was soooo unaware that a simple black, navy, or tan suit was much more sensible and (in the circles that mattered most to me) eye-pleasing. I guess I'm playing catch-up now...learning new tie knots (in case I want to use something other than a Windsor), learning the best shoes to match certain color suits, learning the appropriate number of buttons for a suit, when French cuffs are/aren't appropriate, etc.

I guess I really am growing up. I don't think a 14 year old me would have ever guessed that he would end up like me. Then again, I was always bourgie. I just didn't quite know what changes/evolutions that would necessitate.

On the Verge...

OMG, I'm almost 24. In fact, my 24th bday is literally 3 days away. I can't believe I am this old. When I turned 22, I became SUPER DEPRESSED, cuz I felt like I hadn't achieved anything and I was (don't laugh at me) almost 40. Luckily, I am much more sensible at this point. I am not afraid to turn 24, nor do I feel like a failure for not having made a million $$$ yet.

Change

So how's this for change?

My coworkers and I have been doing a "Biggest Loser" competition. Initially, I was afraid that I might hold my team back. HOWEVER, I'm down 15 lbs in one month. There was a point that I didn't like getting on a scale, because I'd rather just wait to see visible results. But I must say that I like regular weigh-ins, because they sometimes offer nice surprises. Last week was a bad week, so I just KNEW I hadn't lost anything, but I still lost 4 lbs. That encouraged me to keep working at it. If not, I probably would've fallen off the wagon. Anyway, 15 down, however many more to go. Let's just pray it doesn't go to my head.

My last day on my current job is Friday. I cannot fucking wait. I love my students/residents to death, but I can no longer work for that place. It's driving me crazy. I have a thousand complaints, but it's not my style to bash in detail. I'll just say that it's no longer a fit for me. I need something different, so I'll be starting a new job in the Office of Diversity and Equity on Feb 11, 2008. That'll surely be a change of pace. It's not psych work at all and I do not have to be in a classroom either. I get to be administrative. Praise the Father for that!

Now I just need a boo. Currently taking apps.