Stephen Yeargin

The car door could really use some WD-40. I know this to be the case because one late evening I stepped out into our parking lot and Samantha heard it from our fourth floor apartment. It was shrill enough that when I had my emissions tested, the technician acted as if he were afraid it would come off its hinges. The thing about the door is that I only remember to fix it when I am rushing to get into or rushing to get out of the car. It never dawns on me when I could easily go and fix it.

Small tasks like that have been a constant source of personal frustration. There is so much that needs to be done, but never the time nor the well-timed reminder to do it. Maybe this week I can finally do it.

The months of the calendar seem to be chasing one another to the floor. August marked 26 years on this mostly harmless planet, but I have all but stopped counting. September made for one of the smoothest transitions I have ever experienced in my young career (knowing half the team before you start really, really helps). So here we are at the end of October. A trip to Chicago, Nashville Startup Weekend and BarCamp Nashville have made for quite a month.

I have other larger tasks that I need to square away soon as well. At some point in the next two months, I need to start looking for our next place. Samantha has given me this task because she picked the last handful of places we have lived in the last six years. Living on the north side of town has worked out well, but with my job neighboring the downtown area and with our church on the east side, it makes sense to start migrating south. Moving is fairly far down on my list of popular pastimes, but at least we have plenty of time to look and research before going through with it. Then again, as quickly as three months have flown by, I might want to get a head start on the next six.