The Quest for Fire . . .

or the quest after being fired. Whatever you want to call it.

So, I mentioned that we were doing a blog to my brother, and now I feel more obligated to keep it up. Hopefully, that will mean more regular updates. Provided, of course, that I have something to say. But I decided the other day when I wrote a treatise in response to a linkedIn question (http://www.linkedin.com/answers/career-education/career-development/CAR_CRD/105768-141052?browseIdx=2&sik=1191466664704&goback=%2Eama) that maybe I should be writing on the blog more.

Everyone needs an outlet.

So, the job search. It's turned into a bit of an existential exercise. Seriously. If we had stayed in London, it would have been about maximizing cash, but probably not much in our lives would have changed much. But since we've moved and are isolated from our routines, such as they were, I'm forced to deal with some of the fundamental questions:

1) Is my career path more important than time with my family right now? [Before you jump on the righteousness bandwagon, consider that I'm thinking of this in the long-term. Will I be able to provide more opportunities for everyone down the road, will I be able to spend more time with them in the coming years if I make the right job decision now?]

2) What is it I want to be doing with my days? [Since I jump into whatever it is that I do, I'd love for it to be something that I really care about.]

3) How do I balance my degree work?

4) What is it that I'm really good at?

5) What is it that I'm really bad at that I think I'm really good at.

6) Am I ready to start wearing khakis again?

Ok, gotta go get dinner. I'll come back to this anon. And yes, I'll try and get Lola to post again.