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I came across a gal that wrote about The Pursuit in her blog and wanted to share it with whomever. Check it out here. I think its great stuff and really shows the heart of what The Pursuit is all about!
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Ch-ch-cha-changes…
My entire life is about to change. I’m going to be a father.
I am going to be a father?
And, soon, I’m going to be get my dream job. But dream job doesn’t do it justice. Passion. Heart. Strength. I can’t believe it. I was 13 or 14 when I knew what I wanted to do- what I knew would be the best use of me. No, I didn’t know exactly what, or where, that was. No, I wasn’t psychic. I just knew. Or had an idea. An inkling. A premonition.
Dejavu is here, and I have more questions than ever before. I like to be prepared. Tonight Amie and I and our friend Katie carved pumpkins. While the ladies were getting going, where was I? Here, Googling “How to carve a pumpkin.” I wanted to be prepared. No- I needed to know that I was ready.
And this is where I am again. I need to know that I am ready. That I really do have what it takes.
Do I really have what it takes?
I received this email from my planned boss.
“That (the results of my evaluation) is pretty much what I would have imagined! We are anticipating you being a key part of the future of . Prepare yourself for life to change!”
The anonymity is deliberate.
There’s that word again. Prepare. Is there a course I can take? A book to read? An employee manual to scan?
How does one steel them self for their grail?
AND I’M GOING TO BE A DAD!?
I think I get that. Maybe.
What do I do when their pain and hurts can’t be helped? What if…
Abba! Help! Am I ready? Am I primed for all this? I want it. But am I prepared?
What am I going on about? The kid? The job?
Yes.
This is everything I’ve ever wanted. Kinda. Christ, my Abba Father, is everything-everything. He’s IT. But for now, for here- this is big.
Yes, its phantasmagorical. Yes, I am enlivened. No, I still won’t name my kid after you.
Blogging? This should be interesting…
I’ve heard about blogging. I’ve read about blogging. I’ve even read blog or two. But I’ve never blogged- until now. I came across WordPress through another fascinating sublet of this amazing thing we call the Internet, Facebook. More specifically, through my cousin, Charles Waters Bryan, III. (Yes that’s his real name.) You can find his blog here.
I don’t know if anyone will read this. Do I care? I don’t know that either. While I was considering this venture, I put it out there for my peeps on Facebook, saying “Nick is thinking about starting a blog. What’ya think?”. I received two responses to the question.
“Well considering I just started one and no one reads it, it’s a lost art that no one truly appreciates!! but if you start one you can be a brooding writer and I will support you in that endeavor because it’s working so far for me! 
” -Sarah S.
“I think its a good way for the verbal processing types to exersize a bit of internal processing and provides a little bit of accountability(depends on who you tell)…I say go for it and invite a good friend to keep up with you(or a few…to share the load), and make sure they’re the same sort of people…(like personalties…:)” -Becky S.
And with that, there’s this. I have to say now that my interest in blogging heightened after I read a book that came into being due to a blog. If you’ve heard of Waiter Rant, I needn’t say more. If you haven’t, here’s the Cliffs-notes: A waiter starts blogging about his life in the restaurant industry. Its a cynical (as self-described by the author) look at an existence sustained by upper-end service at a Manhattan-ish delicatessen. Funny, and nearly heart wrenching at times, The Waiter turned blog success into printed press and the rest is in fact history. If that doesn’t quench your thirst for descriptive quaffs, imbibe more here.
Over the next ___________________ (fill in the blank) I haven’t a clue what my content will be. My friends say I’m ADD. My wife agrees. People who don’t know me well enough to make the accusation of ADD-ness to my face say I’m random. I’m not random, you just can’t think as fast as me.
Amie and I are expecting- a baby. That is to say, we will be parents-for-real in April ’09. Yes, my mom is elated. No, we don’t know the sex. No, we won’t find out. Yes, that means its a surprise. No, we won’t name our child after you. Point: I will probably write about that some.
You’ll notice my categories, or you can’t see them at all because I’m still learning this thing as I type here. “Does this taste funny to you?” references an old joke:
Two cannibals are eating a clown.
One stops, looks at the other and asks, “Does this taste funny to you?”
The key word for that category is funny. As for the others: “The Pursuit” is a vast part of my life. “Beh-bay” is my ekename (there are dictionaries all over the Internet, just go look it up!) for our unborn child. And if I have to explain the other category, you should stop reading the blog now- I use words that a lot of people don’t know exist. (And no, I don’t like Scrabble.)
Expect entries that may be up for a bit and then taken down, simply because writing for me is a release of sorts, and because I am, at times, too honest.
So there it is. The first entry. I think I’ll like this…
