I don’t much care for uncertainty. I like consistency. I like the determined, the knowable, the provable, the demonstrable. I like stable. Maybe that’s why I like being a manager (project or otherwise): because the discipline is all about making things as certain as possible. It’s taking the uncertainty out of processes which, otherwise, are uncertain by their very nature.
(OK, maybe I’m overstating this just a little, allow me a little literary license, OK?)
Things are uncertain in virtually every aspect of my life right now. My current job contract is ending and everyone around me is uncertain and stressed. I have a possible new job provided the right papers are signed by the right people (likely to happen but still uncertain and the timing is also uncertain which adds to the fun). Our cub scout pack is in a state of flux after much needed changes in the leadership of the pack were made and we recover from the political fallout from those changes. Our own finances are uncertain given the state of the economy and the rising cost of virtually everything. The election is uncertain and, I believe, hugely important. I could go on, but you get the point.
I’m keeping my head up through all of this. I said I don’t like uncertainty, but I’m certainly capable of dealing with it. I do what I can to keep things sane and we’re committed to keeping all that stresses us from impacting how we treat Kiddo or each other. I do feel that I am on the cusp of changes though. I am hoping that between the election next week and the job stuff that within days a lot of variables will become defined and I can relax a bit more.
But I’m not sure… [laugh track].
My great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great (or so) grandfather is the Danish King, Gorm the Old. I’ve done the math and figured out that the current queen is my 23rd Cousin (our common ancestor is one of the Valdemars, around 23 generations back). Most of this is silly because at these sheer distances, it’s meaningless. The number of people who have to die before I can take the throne is astronomical. And, of course, there’s that problem of me not being a Danish citizen. I have a much bigger claim to fame on Jens Christian Hostrup, a Danish playwright of some renown who is my GGG Grandfather (Maybe GGGG? I don’t have my genealogy software open to check).
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