Time flies and it sure has for me. Ninety days since I moved from Atlanta to Memphis, starting a new live, a new journey. I have a long way to go, but I have grown and learned so far in these 3 months. At times I sit back, marvel on how I did this. Moving from Charleston to Atlanta more than twenty-two years ago was painless, I knew the city. This was completely different. I've never lived this far from home and I don't know a soul here, sans my co-workers.
To arrive here under the circumstances I was under was pure triumph. As I look back on Atlanta and my former employer, I see nothing but hard times for both. Until those entities realize that they aren't as great as they claim they will always be stuck in a morass, especially the latter because of the incompetent people they always seem to promote.
It's a new day, a new time for me. This time I am the hunter, not the hunted. That may seem and sound corny but my DNA today says that I'm second to no one. I'm in attack mode and I'm out to take the reins and run with whatever is in sight. That rainy day in March, the summer of reflection and this move cemented that. It's been ninety days, so short, so long, I'll stub my toe but at the end of the day I'm kicking ass!
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