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Brilliant thought of the day, as featured on Forbes.com:
“Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.” —Chub De Wolfe
photo credit: the_vampire_hanna
Today I’m off to boxing class, and then to the Connecticut wedding of my dear friend C. and her lovely about-to-be husband S.
Punching plus nuptials. How apropro.
Ever notice how certain cities, like New York, Boston, and Washington, DC, have more nail salons per block than Starbucks? And they offer cheap, quality services—on certain nights of the week, your mani and pedi might even run you less than your fancy caffeinated bev and pumpkin bread snack. And it will sure as hell last you longer.
On the other side of the coin we have places like my parents’ neck of the woods in Florida, where strip malls feature a higher ratio of hospital equipment stores and check-cashing venues to spas or cofffeshops. It all depends on where you live, I suppose.
I recently got this note from Judd Marcello, fellow blogger, music aficionado, and husband to one of my college roommates: “I’m about to be unemployed once we move to London. Does YUD need guest bloggers? A “YUS” [Your Unemployed Son] perspective? A UK perspective?”
To update you briefly: J, my roommate, then housemate, now simply good friend across the world, moved to Boston after we graduated from our esteemed East Coast university. She took a job with a certain established company and has been with them ever since, moving, along with her promotions, from Boston to Miami to Sydney and now to London.
Judd has carved out his own career in each of those locales, bypassing established career path norms and hurtling conventional ladders to do what works for him—and what he’s really good at.
