i'm getting more and more excited about the fashion production job. it's weird because i've been recently thinking about responsibility and how i'm in the constant state of shunning it-- trying, unsuccessfully, to rid my life of it. the position, however, will put so much weight on my shoulders. the production team is held accountable for nearly everything at this particular company and if i'm thrust into the gooey center of it, i know i'll get stuck with alot of that not-so-caramelly 'sponsibility.

the challenge is exciting to me though and i know i'll learn alot about running a company (especially a fashion company, but any company, in general). i'll have to be aggressive to become a better negotiator. i'll have to learn how to talk the talk. i dunno... it sounds fun, doesn't it?

we'll see... we'll see.

changing the subject:
i'm searching too hard for my identity. i'm trying too much to figure out who i am... where i belong. not just vocationally, but in my social life and spiritual life too. it's almost to the point that i obsess over the idea of finding myself... of coming to a point where i say, "eureka! i get it now. it all makes sense. I make sense." the thought occurred to me that maybe i should shift the focus away from my pseudo-complicated self and onto the "bigger picture"... onto God. maybe as i investigate and interview the Author, i'll learn a little something about this dark comedy called, roboto.

ya think?

it's worth a shot, right? today's dose of God-ness: God is a Thrower of (frickin') bones.