Autumn in OZ

Recruiting is clearly in full-swing!  The next few days are back to back interviews while at the same time I am searching for artists, my Achilles heal!  Art is just so subjective.  Even when there is a defined style that I am searching for it is still difficult.  I think I missed that gene somewhere along the line.  The bottom line is that I have six art positions to fill.  They are polar opposites in terms of style requirements so hopefully if I cast a large enough net I will land a few good artists.  

The days are literally flying by at this point.  It seems like the week just started but in reality its Thursday already.  Tonight will be a late night again.  I have reports to submit and emails to clear from my inbox.  Sure, it sounds like nothing, but I have 87 emails to go through and records to update  BEFORE I can submit an accurate report.  Before I do any of that I need to go for my run.  Thankfully I don't require (nor like) much sleep.  Truthfully, I enjoy my job; therefore, it doesn't even feel like work.  Since I am a guy, I like it to occur overwhelming to everyone else for the pity effect.  :) 

Moving on to other things...  The weather today (and all week) was incredible and reminiscent of the typical fall day from my youth.  Growing up everyone always told me, "Enjoy these days because someday you will miss them."  Naturally I didn't believe those people, but mostly because they were adults.  What could they possibly know that I didn't!?!   Well, as it turns out, they were right...adults or not!  Look (Australianism), I am more than happy in my adult years but lets face the facts, and the fact is that my childhood was great.  Deadlines equated to buying the right halloween costume before the store ran out of the good picks.  As I matured, deadlines equated to homework and studying.  BIG DEAL!  Now I worry about mortgage payments, bills, utilities, health, and the list goes on.  As the saying goes, "Youth is wasted on the young".  When I was growing up autumn meant constructing a haunted forest in the vacant lot across the street.  We, my neighborhood friends and I, would spend every available minute assembling makeshift forts and nooks that would eventually become our version of a haunted forest.  The funny thing is that we actually put a lot of work into it year after year.  We constructed it as if people were actually coming to visit our creation.  People never did come, and yet we didn't even notice or care.  It was the same process every year.  The memories...  This week's weather brings me back to those days.

Each day I create a new memory, and if I make it to old age I am sure that I will reflect back to my 40's and reminisce.  The great thing about memories is that we can paint over the bad ones and cover them with the good.  I am lucky to have more good than bad.  Tomorrow's goal?  Same as today's and yesterday's, which is to make it the best day possible so that I have something to recall in the future.  Try it out, you might just like it!

Some pictures of autumn in OZ below.