Monday, May 16, 2011


Well it happened. I honestly did not expect it to happen for a bit longer. I do not think there was much I could do to keep it from happening, and yet it still feels odd.

For the first time in my short life, I have been laid off.

Now before you start feeling bad for me, let me run down some of the perks.

I have been able to spend all day with my son, which includes taking a nice long nap today. I get to spend a lot of time with my beautiful wife during the last couple months of carrying our twins. I get to spend a lot of time with all of my family before moving across the country. I was given severance from my company, and I will be able to collect unemployment.

So the phrase some might use for this situation is "Blessing in disguise", but it really did not disguise itself very well.

Monday, May 2, 2011


Below is one of my favorite poems for many reasons but one is that Emily can recite it from memory any time I ask.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
--Rudyard Kipling