Thursday, June 4, 2015

Short Stories and Small Talk

Looking for a word to describe how I feel now that I am finally done with my graduate program. Great does not even cut it!

So small story:

I was walking to the parking deck after work today and a ton of things danced around in my mind. Earlier this week, while anticipating the my final exam, I had a series of flashbacks and highlights of this year, and through the entire eighteen months of my program. A not-so-tasteful experience I had in February played back, as though to remind me that not all the highlights were rosy. I cringed but commended myself for showing strength even when it might have been easier to crash. But strong is normal, ask Chimamanda. I took a stand then and made up my mind that I would never look back.

Flash forward to this afternoon, when this same mental picture made its way to the front of my memory's museum (borrowed from Kanye). And again, I felt anger all over again, and got defensive. My walls were already back up, fortified. The traffic lights changed, and I crossed Peachtree Center @ Andrew Young Blvd, with my molten thoughts solidifying, "I am not going to care about anyone that does not care about me ..."

"Did you have a good day today?"
Some backpack guy in a grey shirt, a green helmet was riding his bike slowly beside me.
"I was asking if you had a good day today."
That was random, but a thoughtful gesture regardless.
"Yes, I did. Thanks for asking. How about you? LOOK OUT!"
The cyclist was talking to me and was about to ride into a building. He went on to tell me about his day and wished me a safe drive home. And with that he was on his way and out of sight in minutes.

I walked up to my car and tried to pick my thoughts up from where I left off, but that didn't work.  Instead what dropped in my mind was, "A little more faith."
And I was smiling.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

... And The Pursuit of Open Happyness

We hold these truths to be sacred & undeniable; that all men are created equal & independent, that from that equal creation they derive rights inherent & inalienable, among which are the preservation of 

Tons of great things happening around me. Off the top of my head, my parents and siblings are well, my friends are in a happy place, and I am in an extra special place. My Jolaade landed an internship at a reputable company. My college friends the Owokade's are spanking new parents of an adorable baby girl. My very own "tribesmen," Yetunde and Yemi are getting married in a couple months. My girl Tayo O. landed a job and also found love! Deola K. landed a new job as well, and I am positive Biola J.O. is next in line. Tolu O. got his startup up and running and is well on his way to success.

And happening to me: I started a new job last week, and if I gave you half the details of the entire process, you’d agree with me that it really is a miracle. But I’ll skip the details today. Remind me in person J

Yesterday, I got honored at school for being the Outstanding Graduate Student in the department of Computer Information Systems. It was an award from William W. Cotterman, an accomplished scholar and patron saint of Information Systems at Georgia State University, who at some point was appointed by the then US president Jimmy Carter to a Committee on White House Information Systems within the Executive Office of the President. Wow!
I was and still am super thrilled, proud, and grateful. It’s such a big deal for me. I have decided to pay this act of kindness forward in the near future.

& Liberty
Would this be celebrating the fact that there is New York in my future or that I am a Lady Liberty of some sort?

An application I had turned in and waited on forever finally got approved. It was the best news I had received in a long time. I was visibly trembling when I got it. I would not let go of Yemi, after which I proceeded to hug Yetunde, who I squeezed so tightly that we nearly lost balance. Then I knelt down, jumped on the sofa and pretty much cartwheeled around the living room while screaming the whole time. Apt it happened on Good Friday too! God hears prayers.

& the pursuit of (open) happiness
And speaking of happiness, in addition to all the great events earlier mentioned, today makes it a week into my spanking new job and I have already learnt a lesson the hard way about brands. Yikes! Not really hard, but things could have got really bad, depending on who saw me. My offense? I innocently took my favorite potato crisps to work and right in the middle of the bag, I was called out for eating a major competitor (actually, archenemy)’s product on the premises. I hardly eat crisps but this one is my Kryptonite: it's kettle cooked, jalapeno flavored and to top it all, has my name on it. 
Sigh! I just want MY chips the way the “enemy” makes it. Why can’t we all just play nice? :’(

In other news, It's Tax Day, America! W00t! Still waiting on the IRS for my tax refund, however.

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Old Flame

... If we no longer fit in each other's lives, let's not fool.

Baseball hats for bad hair days

I am on steroids.

Over the last four weeks, I have changed my facial/body wash and moisturizer, eaten squid, got new clothes, traveled and slept in a hotel, eaten airport and plane food ... Bah! It's lousy trying to backtrack every recent change to my diet, activities, body care products and whatnot. Turns out I am having an allergic reaction, even though my tests and blood work have come back clean and free of allergens. Neither my physician nor dermatologist knows what triggered it.

Jolie suggested bathing in cinnamon, or adding a bit to my bath water. The next day, Cece advised me to get some Calamine Lotion and dab all over my skin. Ugh! Too much. My gut said to see a dermatologist, and so I ditched both good advice and googled specialists within my area. I was already on OTC antihistamine, which was clearly not cutting it and today, the dermatologist placed me on a daily dose of corticosteroids for the next two weeks. It's clearly more serious than we thought.

Anyway, that antihistamine had me eating like a monkey, for lack of a better simile. Throughout last week, my appetite was through the roof and I literally tipped the scale. My lazy non-exercising ass has always been three pounds away from my self-imposed forbidden weight (upper limit) which means I even out with my portions. I was hoping to get back to outdoor running once the winter ended but alas! Murphy's Law came with uncontrollable appetites and random allergic reactions, and I'm now out of shape by six pounds. The drugs even had my knees hurting when I walked down the stairs. Omo, na wa o! Drugs and their side effects. I never clock 30 mbok!

I should probably get back to working out with Wii Just Dance.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Senioritis: 77 Days to Graduation

I am anxious and uneasy, and I have a chronic case of:

1. I wish I had the guts to be absent from school. Three words: b-school tuition. I wouldn't even do that if I didn't pay my own school fees. 

2. Save the sweat/track shirt/pants for Saturday morning Walmart trips.
I have control over how I dress in a business school setting. Plus, I like to dress up. 
Otherwise, everything else on this list is true, and I had had no idea this was a thing. 

On a good day, it's easy to spot me. Always one of those front seating, knowledge thirsty, intellectually curious ones, almost always having a question or two for the professor or meeting up after the class has dispersed. Recently, my attitude and motivation levels towards school changed drastically. I didn't understand it until a professor friend casually asked me how I was finding my last semester. "I'm coasting, Tim, and that's not necessarily a good thing. I've never been this bored with school." I'll mention here that I have a perfect GPA (so help me God this semester), just so you might understand what my motivation levels might have looked like up until this point. 

It's just weird and I don't feel the need to fix it, which makes it even more weird.
Is it my classes? Professors not doing a good job?
Am I just crumbling at the thought of my workload? (It's a lot this time around)
Maybe a vacation is the solution.
Maybe New York was the problem.
Or just the internship, which really was great.
Maybe I just need more sleep.

Whatever it is, I need to get through this.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

140 characters more or less

I read somewhere that boredom is a precious thing.

Well, I am clearly bored of keeping a blog. Not necessarily with blogging, maybe with this blog.
I have taken to different forms of blogging on micro platforms - the Twitters, Facebooks, Google Plus, Instagrams, Pinterests, Foodspottings, Tumblrs.
Never MySpace, never.
I create notes and logs in apps for food and fitness, and Google Drive.

Revamp or start something new?
Tending towards the latter.
Integrate sounds like a better deal.
Or theme.

If the reader of this post is concerned about thinking in bursts or wondering if I am simply writing blurbs, then the reader should know that the writer is on presently on page 119 of 220 of "The Shallows: What the Internet is doing to our brains," by Nicholas Carr, on my Kindle Cloud Reader.
And believe me, that explains this blog post.

In other news, this six year old electronic moniker that is "Miss Balance" has to go.

The Joneses: Neighbors not Roommates

This Forbes article just changed my life.

That probably flashed a tad too dramatic but yes, changing one’s thinking is ultimately changing one’s life. In a nutshell, it is a story of two friends who decided to start a “buy nothing year” thing and it resonated with me. I started out this week telling myself I would buy nothing, this week. No eating out, not even lunch at my work cafeteria. Well, so far it’s Thursday, and I gave in just once yesterday. But anyway, the message at the heart of the story is simple: You can’t manage what you don’t measure, and I thought it was a great coincidence for me to run into an article when I myself was embarking on a similar venture, howbeit on a smaller scale.

I have decided that I am not leaving room for the Joneses to suddenly creep in on me and subtly take over my finances. I use Mint, and spent a good two hours over the weekend, planning, categorizing, budgeting and partly wondering why the app was not intelligent enough in its time to see patterns and make predictions, saving me the time and stress of manually adjusting the “Uncategorized” transactions. Watson takeover long overdue!

"The outside influences are always pouring in upon us, and we are always obeying their orders and accepting their verdicts. The Smiths like the new play; the Joneses go to see it, and they copy the Smith verdict.” - Mark Twain, Corn Pone Opinions.