The Sun Also Rises
I feel chatty today. I'm not sure why, but I do. It's a feeling I thought I had lost forever, so I'm glad to have it back.
Unfortunately, the downside to my new office is that I'm isolated from my co-workers, leaving me with no one to be chatty with. Which means I'm left to wax eloquently to my journal, as well as any unfortunate readers who accidentally stumble across my ramblings. Sorry for that.
The sunshine outside my window is beckoning my attention away from the task at hand. The fragrance of freshly cut grass wafts in through the open window, distracting my senses. Oh, how I would rather be outside playing than inside working.
I want to go to the park. One full of children enjoying the last of their precious spring break. I want to watch them running around and listen to their infectious laughter. Maybe I could challenge one to a swinging contest. We could fly through the air, each trying to out-swing the other, attempting to touch the clouds that at the moment are not visible.
But in front of me are a stack of paychecks waiting to be put into envelopes and a pile of contracts waiting for activation. People want to be paid and they will not be very forgiving come pay day, no matter how bright this Good Friday is; no matter how long I've waited to see the sun again; no matter how amazed I am to realize that life really does go on, and that I can too.
So, I drag my attention back into the fluorescently lit office and the sounds of the service guy installing the light switch I've been without for a month or so mingling with the radio next to my computer. Back to work and responsibility.
At least for now...
Unfortunately, the downside to my new office is that I'm isolated from my co-workers, leaving me with no one to be chatty with. Which means I'm left to wax eloquently to my journal, as well as any unfortunate readers who accidentally stumble across my ramblings. Sorry for that.
The sunshine outside my window is beckoning my attention away from the task at hand. The fragrance of freshly cut grass wafts in through the open window, distracting my senses. Oh, how I would rather be outside playing than inside working.
I want to go to the park. One full of children enjoying the last of their precious spring break. I want to watch them running around and listen to their infectious laughter. Maybe I could challenge one to a swinging contest. We could fly through the air, each trying to out-swing the other, attempting to touch the clouds that at the moment are not visible.
But in front of me are a stack of paychecks waiting to be put into envelopes and a pile of contracts waiting for activation. People want to be paid and they will not be very forgiving come pay day, no matter how bright this Good Friday is; no matter how long I've waited to see the sun again; no matter how amazed I am to realize that life really does go on, and that I can too.
So, I drag my attention back into the fluorescently lit office and the sounds of the service guy installing the light switch I've been without for a month or so mingling with the radio next to my computer. Back to work and responsibility.
At least for now...