Settling into a groove

Been wanting to blog but there's no witty repartee coming to mind as I spend my moments, hours, days finding a routine that will ground me enough to permit me to remember what is important, to keep my eye on the prize, which at this moment is entry into the US Foreign Service. And isn't it wonderfully ironic that the first time in ages it may be possible to be with someone, I choose a career option that takes me away from any semblance of security and fixity. Anyway, I can't complain. Settling into a routine of workouts, studying (literature), studying (US gov't), studying (Hindi soon!) and plotting contingency plans about the career path.

Reading 'The Economist' and watching the postings on Nomadlife, chuckling at the fervent opinions that itch to unravel their arguments, to be heard because damnit, that's what matters, right? Chuckling at myself as the self-righteous socialist reformer in me mellows, falling quiet, conceding points, accepting (instead of reviling) the logic of the conservative capitalist. There's something grossly attractive about the unloved - so it makes sense that when the American public image is at its worse, I find myself thinking it ain't so bad, being an American, it's actually buena suerte, all that my parents had worked for and becoming more accepting of globalisation/imperialism, profit maximisation/exploitation, outsourcing/unemployment, searching for plausible explanations rather than caustic spin and I-told-you-so's.