I'm lucky; I'm related to people I'm very glad to know, worthy people who do worthy things. One of my closest cousins is Amy Thompson "Maxim" (or just Max) Walsh, up in Seattle; she and I are so alike in some ways that it's sometimes scary (even including our taste in women). She's the only person yet to give me a nickname that's stuck, probably at least partly because it's an in-joke between the two of us. She e-mailed me today with a bunch of happy news, and among the neat things she could report was her new job:
I've been thinking a lot about personal values systems and about what is idiosyncratic in my own system, let alone in other folks'. So in that vein, I've made it my task to identify my values as clearly as possible and to act in accordance with them as close to 100% as possible. So far so good I'm happy to report.
Example: Putting in my notice at a job that I should love, but really it drains all of my psychic energy. Gotta say no.
In its place, I am gonna start landscaping on Bainbridge Island again. Did it last summer. The property is on the east side of a bay, so the work, starting at 8 a.m., is looking out across the water, while surrounded by indigenous species of birds, flowers, plants and butterflies while the sun climbs overhead out of this crazy island mist. Plus, we catch a 45-minute ferry just to get there. I mean, c'mon! Really? Now, that! is the psychic reservoir I've been looking for!
I love that Max's found a good place. And I love how she describes it.