Lessons from Michael Scott...
I believe the term is "Crawford-esque"...or in my case "Sara-Evan-esque".
Michael Scott (The Office) created the term to describe what he seeks in a female. For him, it's Cindy Crawford. For me, Sara Evans.
Yes, for those of you who don't know, one of my lifetime goals has been to see Sara Evans perform live. Well, maybe not lifetime, but still an event that ranked rather high on my list of things to do. A couple of weeks ago, my roommate, Vaughn, scored a couple of tickets to an 'invite only' Sara Evans event. Neither of us understood where we would be seated until we arrived to the concert. 13th row...on the floor! Let me just state for the record that the concert was everything I had hoped for and more.
But this post is not about the concert or Sara Evans. This post is in reference to Michael Scott's quest for a new companion.
I have had a difficult spring. I think my absence from this site is largely a result of this. What had started off as "The Year of the Maple Leaf" has morphed into something much muddier, less attractive. I have been questioning my life, outlook, and expectations.
I am well-aware that I set lofty goals. I always have and have always worked hard to achieve those goals. But am I like Michael Scott? Unable to recognize the beauty at hand?
This is much more than questioning my views on relationships (although that plays a part). I am questioning my life goals, calling, and place in life. Thus far this year, I have put myself out there more times than I care to count and have come up empty. There is absolutely no peace at present. In fact, it's more of a gut-wrenching torment with the status quo which leads me to believe I am to continue to venture out. However, in exploring new and alternative paths, time-and-again I have found the same response...nothing. I am tired, frustrated, and ready to quit.
If only I could find peace in losing hope.
Michael Scott (The Office) created the term to describe what he seeks in a female. For him, it's Cindy Crawford. For me, Sara Evans.
Yes, for those of you who don't know, one of my lifetime goals has been to see Sara Evans perform live. Well, maybe not lifetime, but still an event that ranked rather high on my list of things to do. A couple of weeks ago, my roommate, Vaughn, scored a couple of tickets to an 'invite only' Sara Evans event. Neither of us understood where we would be seated until we arrived to the concert. 13th row...on the floor! Let me just state for the record that the concert was everything I had hoped for and more.
But this post is not about the concert or Sara Evans. This post is in reference to Michael Scott's quest for a new companion.
I have had a difficult spring. I think my absence from this site is largely a result of this. What had started off as "The Year of the Maple Leaf" has morphed into something much muddier, less attractive. I have been questioning my life, outlook, and expectations.
I am well-aware that I set lofty goals. I always have and have always worked hard to achieve those goals. But am I like Michael Scott? Unable to recognize the beauty at hand?
This is much more than questioning my views on relationships (although that plays a part). I am questioning my life goals, calling, and place in life. Thus far this year, I have put myself out there more times than I care to count and have come up empty. There is absolutely no peace at present. In fact, it's more of a gut-wrenching torment with the status quo which leads me to believe I am to continue to venture out. However, in exploring new and alternative paths, time-and-again I have found the same response...nothing. I am tired, frustrated, and ready to quit.
If only I could find peace in losing hope.

