To hold all things together

While I was an undergrad at Georgia Tech, I remember thinking, "I sure would love to live in Tennessee." The little time I'd spent among the green hills of the Volunteer State had called my name. I didn't think it would ever happen. It was my intention to leave the South as soon as I graduated because the world seemed too big to spend so much time in one place (apologies for calling Georgia and Tennessee "one place" - you Georgians and Tennesseans must excuse my gross ignorance). Yet, partly by happenstance and partly by choice, here I am in Tennessee. Tragically, though I love the place deeply, I can't wait to leave.

For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to work for a start-up company that does something really cool. I would read about companies like Changing World Technologies (in Missouri, they use thermal depolymerization to turn turkey offal into fuel) or SpaceX (the founder of PayPal founded a company to build a manned space vehicle to replace the Space Shuttle), and I would think, "If I could just get in touch with one of some of these guys, I'd offer to sweep their floors - anything just to get in the door." Be careful what you wish for - there have been days here at SunsOil (a small company in rural East Tennessee making Biodiesel from various low-cost feedstocks - my NDA prevents me from publishing specifics) when I have yearned to do something as sanitary as sweeping the floor.

This past summer, I recall telling a friend that I was kinda looking forward to winter, specifically the cozy aspects of it. But lately there have been nights when I've been bundled to the gills, putting on putting on layer after layer, as many hats as would fit on my head, undershirts wrapped around my face - anything to keep the cold out; all I could think of was how sweet summer will be.

So the question I pose is this: How do I reconcile these things? How can I take the bitterness of the winter cold and hold it together with the joy of a fireside? Is one the evil dark side of the other, or do the two complement each other, imbuing one another with meaning and context?

Could it be that the warmth of the springtime sun is sweeter in the knowledge that it follows the winter snows? Could I live each moment rejoicing that I am working my dream job, all the while holding that knowledge alongside the hope of whatever adventures I'll find myself in next?

This is my goal: To hold all things together - the winter with the summer; holding in my mind the beauty and ugliness of each - allowing the two to commingle in my mind and bring forth one another's unique magnificence.