Good morning! Here we are
comfortably on the other side of the holidays and I’ve still yet to post. I’ve
sort of been holding my breath and I’m not exactly sure why. I suppose it’s the old diet/still fat
theory. Do you know what I mean? You
have a friend who makes these incredible proclamations about the diet they are
starting, all the rules of the diet, how difficult their workouts are, etc…and
yet frankly the friend stays fat despite their dozens of facebook (or in my
case, blog) posts about the diet. One
learns the hard way you ought not to tell people you’ve lost weight, rather
let them notice. Well don’t worry cause I’ve gained ten pounds
so this is not about one of my many weight
loss journeys. I guess it’s more about keeping the shutters closed because
the house is kind of a mess.
When I posted in July about my
plans to start a business in real estate, I honestly believed I would have it
wrapped up and finished by the end of the year.
Well, it’s March and I’m still not entirely finished. It’s been a long time since I have been in
any sort of school and it requires a completely different type of discipline
than to get up and go to work. I think
depending on all of our personalities, one tends to be easier than the
other. Of course there have been days in
my life where I have felt loath to get out of bed and go to work. But for me, it’s an easy switch to flip and
the second I am out of bed, I sail through to the end of the day. School is a little different. Ohio allows real estate course work to be
done online and South Carolina requires it be in a classroom with a
teacher. Thank god SC has this
stipulation because if not I would have done both online and probably pulled my
voluminous hair out in the process.
After finishing the Ohio coursework a few months ago, I closed my laptop
and literally put it in a closet. I was
not sure I could ever look at a computer again.
No, deskwork is not for
me. That and my penchant for falling
down rabbit holes. I have a ridiculously
strong memory (I think I recently creeped out a client because I remembered her
grandma’s birthday she had mentioned like three years ago). But there is no memory without understanding,
so many of these things—especially real estate law—I chew on and read more and more
until I can connect the dots. Obviously
this is worth the time, but it makes a slow and thorough Taurus even
slower.
I’m sure some of you are like okay that’s nice Stephen but what the fuck
are you saying? I guess I’m saying I’ve been a bit reluctant to say anything
until it’s all done, but at this point it’s pooling at the dam and stopping me
from writing about other things, and I miss writing! But I’m going to try and
ease back into the habit. I’m sure it
seems I have forgone my blog for Instagram, and while that has been technically
true, it’s not. Frankly, I hate Instagram
just like I did before. Don’t get me
wrong, there are elements I love, but the system as a whole makes me
insane. Why do we reward talentless
people?! And I’m not talking Kardashian talentless,
I’m talking actually tal-ent-less. Guess
what, bitch, recycling the same fucking 300 pinterest photos we’ve all fucking
seen ten thousand times because some of us actually paid for the fucking
magazine ten fucking years ago does not make you a tastemaker. I love how snobbish some of them are about it,
too. Saying things like “Now, THIS is
elegance”. Like, no you dumbass it’s a fucking magazine and no one can see each
other with 39 taxidermy ostriches between them. Then once a year they’ll post
something they actually did themselves and you get a dark ass closely cropped
shitty photo of a plate of food resembling vomit on dishwasher safe plate. Ummm? Where’s the priceless china you’re
posting seventeen times a day with “inspiration…”? Whoops, my teeth came
out. How about this, please tag me with your
favorite real accounts. I love Instagram
for its connecting of passionate people, if there’s an account of a real person
sharing their real passion in just about any arena, I’m interested. I don’t know about you, but I don’t have any
trouble finding inspiration… when I need
it.
So, here I am on a glorious Sunday
morning in Hilton Head. I have been here
a week and am here for two, maybe three more, getting my South Carolina
education. I am so glad to have a teacher and classmates, even if it is hard for me
to sit still for eight hours a day. That
washes off quickly when one can start and end his day at the beach. The plan still stands and I’m more excited
about it the deeper I get. It’s a great
feeling to know you are a natural fit for a new endeavor. Even if you’re getting there at ocean liner
speed rather than Concord. There’s a lot
to see and learn along the way. So what
have you been working on? Am I the only
one moving a little slower than expected? I hope not. I’m having an issue with comments on Blogger,
so I might respond with an anonymous account just called SAJ rather than my
official Blogger account. I don’t like
to do this because anyone can comment under a blank account called SAJ but
hopefully you’ll know if it’s me or not.
So, all that to get to my photos which
pushed me to post. Have you ever been to
Beaufort? It is the most beautiful little town completely ensconced by
glimmering marsh, river, and sea. The
trees are colossal, the Spanish moss tends to hang even lower and more
luxuriously languid, the houses are old and just take your breath away when you
turn a corner and feel you’ve discovered another Most Beautiful House. One of my friends from class lives there and
said that when she went to the showing for the house she ended up buying, she
just cried because she couldn’t believe she could live somewhere so
beautiful. Yesterday I explored Beaufort
again with Barbie bopping along at my side.
The sun was bleachingly bright, the air was so fresh off the water, and
the strong breeze sang through the Spanish moss in a muffled chorus. A spectacularly gorgeous morning.
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Palmetto and American Redbud in bloom! What could be a better representation of the subtropical, deciduous magic of the Lowcountry?! |
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Every street ends with a similar view. |
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