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Changes in attitudes

My wife remarked tonight that I was more relaxed than she’d seen me in a couple of months. Maybe it was the short road trip to one of our regional offices yesterday. Maybe it was the stargaze this past weekend. (If that’s the case, then it’s a shame I was only able to go for one day, instead of all four like I’d hoped). It’s probably a little of both. Driving alone gives me a chance to sort through lots of things and recharge. Unfortunately, being chained to a set of databases means road trips come about once every couple of years. And for sure the past 2 months have been a challenge. I’ve known for years that I wasn’t really suited for this type of work. The problem is, I’ve never been able to figure out what else I’d do. I manage OK – my databases and servers pretty much stay up, and performance is decent enough – but I’m not foolish enough to think I’m a seriously righteous DBA. Anyway, with my sanity somewhat restored, I guess I can push it on a little further down the road.

2 thoughts on “Changes in attitudes

  1. It is amazing how relaxing a long drive alone can be. It seems someone is always in the car with me these days: family, friends, colleagues – and I’m usually going somewhere fast. When I’m by myself, I tend to stop at the country store and look around or stop to take a picture. (There is a barn with a rainbow painted on it outside of Wesson that I have always said would make a great picture. But my son is usually with me when I pass it and I think, Oh, I don’t want to get out of the car and walk on the interstate with him. That’s dangerous. etc. etc.)

  2. It is amazing how relaxing a long drive alone can be. It seems someone is always in the car with me these days: family, friends, colleagues – and I’m usually going somewhere fast. When I’m by myself, I tend to stop at the country store and look around or stop to take a picture. (There is a barn with a rainbow painted on it outside of Wesson that I have always said would make a great picture. But my son is usually with me when I pass it and I think, Oh, I don’t want to get out of the car and walk on the interstate with him. That’s dangerous. etc. etc.)

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