This blog isn't dead, but...

I do need to think about about its purpose.

Look, let's face it. Writing is therapeutic for me. When I'm really frustrated about a certain topic, when I have a lot to say, then blogging about it is easy. I started this blog to write about my struggles as an ADHD adult in the workplace in the hope, possibly a hopelessly naive hope but nevertheless a well-intentioned one, that others facing similar struggles might stumble upon it and relate to it.

My career issues are far from resolved in any permanent way, but things have taken some turns for the better. I really do thank God for that. But that doesn't mean that the broader issues of how people like me make a living are any less critical to discuss. It just means that I feel less sense of personal urgency to discuss them. I know that the issues that have led me to feel so ill-suited to the working world are still out there, in part because I know of people who've been victimized by the same rigidity from the same specific actors that I've miraculously found a way to cope with.

I hope to recruit other guest bloggers or permanent contributors who share my interest in discussing square pegs fitting into vocational round holes. The less I make Dynamo in a Box my own "Dear Diary" where I turn only when I feel bummed out about work, the more value it will have to others, I imagine.

See, that's my curse, to be both MBTI intuitive and to be an incorrigible empath. So I not only care about the big picture, but I care about the fact that the big picture makes lots of people desperately unhappy. I'm glad my personal situation is fixed, at least until 2009, the first date I can realistically enroll in grad school. But it still makes me really sad that change comes so slowly in the macro, that there are probably 1000 employers in the US every day harassing people who broadly speaking share my personality traits.

So I'll promise to keep this blog going if you'll promise to help me out. You can do this by commenting to let me know you read. Nothing intelligent is required -- just let me know you're reading. It motivates me to work harder to hunt down quality content rather than to be satisfied with my own navel-gazing. Of course if you have any other specific suggestions, I appreciate the feedback.

And of course, if you want to contribute more publicly to this discussion, I'd love to have you write here.

Sick

Sorry for the lack of updates. I've been sick with some sort of flu or other virus that's just totally sapping my energy. I've slept the past four days straight, and this is the first time I've felt well enough to go sit in a coffee shop and write.

Before last Friday, well, I don't have much excuse for not writing. It's just that last week at work was somehow painless, a fairly new experience for me. I don't know why. Maybe I'm getting better at coping. Maybe it's that I have an exit plan getting clearer by the week, I dunno. Maybe I'm distracting myself into a faint hum of contentment with mediocrity. Who knows?

"You are in control, nobody else."

I'm not going to write at length about poker on this blog, but one of my thoughts has been making a go of playing live full-time.

In this post from the ironically titled "law school dropout's poker blog", I think he gets to the heart of doing what you love rather than accepting societal expectations for you:

I used to think that my dream job would be as a writer for The Daily Show, or some other smart comedy. Anyway, it just so happened that the executive in charge of original programming at Comedy Central is a graduate of my alma mater, so I used the alumni network to look her up, and send her a few letters asking if she might spare a few minutes to talk to me over the phone about work in the industry. (This was during my first year of law school, when I was just starting to get disillusioned with the whole enterprise.) I sent her a couple emails, and a letter by post, but got no response for over a month, so I figured they hadn’t reached or, or she was simply too busy to grant me an audience. So I forgot about it for a while. Then a couple weeks later, just out of the blue, she called me, catching me very off-guard, since I had more or less written her off. Because I was a little flustered, I bumbled awkwardly through some generic questions and answers, until we started talking about my ongoing law school education. In filling a bit of a prolonged pause, I lobbed her a softball, asking her what she thought of law school, and whether it could help in her line of work, expecting the standard “well, a law degree is so versatile, it would certainly prove advantageous no matter what field…blah, blah blah” response. But her firm and bleak answer took me by surprise.

“No,” she offered flatly.
“Oh…” I replied, somewhat caught off-guard.
“Well,” she continued “I just don’t really see what use a law degree would be in the field of comedy. I mean, I guess if you were going to work on artists’ contracts, or something, but that’s work for the law firms…doesn’t really have much to do with what we do here at Comedy Central.”

She didn’t speak with any reproach, and didn't intend her comments as a rebuke of any kind, but that’s exactly what it felt like to me. It was like an indictment of everything I was brought up to believe: that if you just study and work hard, everything else will take care of itself. That may indeed be a prescription for a life free of overt hardship, but I think it very far from a recipe for life fulfillment.

‘Of course law didn’t have anything to do with comedy,’ I thought (in many ways, it’s the complete antithesis!). ‘What on Earth could lead anyone to think otherwise?!??’

Her comments stung a little, but also carried with them a very important message; one that I had largely repressed until that time, but whose authenticity was undeniable: You are in control, nobody else. Deceptively simple, but it’s a message that has informed nearly every decision I’ve made in the past few years. Would you rather be playing poker than attending but ignoring a law school lecture? Then LEAVE, you’re not nailed down to the seat. Want to travel? Buy that plane ticket. Want to work on interesting projects? Well, you can interview for a position at a law firm and hope some interesting work finds its way across your desk once every couple of years, or you can decide what you want to work on and go seek it out.

It's really something I need to think about. Maybe I'm letting societal expectations keep me from doing what I love, or what I love for now. Maybe I'm letting the fear that I might not love it in six months or five years keep me from pursuing poker (or creativity, or something else) with all my passion now.