getting my ducks in a row
a sign you'll find after being shuffled through security
in the midwest terminal at the mke airport
i heart huckabees: "what am i doing? i don't know what i'm doing. i'm doing the best that i can. i know that's all i can ask of myself. is that good enough? is my work doing any good? is anybody paying attention? is it hopeless to try and change things? the african guys a sign, right? because if he isn't than nothing in this world makes any sense to me; i'm fucked. maybe i should quit. don't quit. maybe i should just fucking quit. don't fucking quit. just, i don't know what the fuck i'm supposed to do anymore. fucker. fuck. shit."
bahaha! i love that movie.
and there's nothing like an indie drama to cheer you up when job searching sends you into a tailspin of existential questions
?
what am i doing with my life
what am i passionate about
what gets me up in the morning
what gets my blood boiling
do i take the job that pays the bills
do take the job that advances my career
do i take the job that i love
...
what DO i love
?
good question.
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