Change is just that.
Happiness is a relative term, right?
In relation to how I was feeling a month ago, I'm ecstatic. I have a new job, or more accurately, I got my old job back. It's more like...oldJob+. And it's certainly that. I've realized that what I do for a living the primary dynamic in my life...it's what drives the waves of my life. If controlled, it has the ultimate potential to change my life for the better, and this career move is without question a positive one. Not only is it better for me financially, it's put me in a calmer, more reflective or contemplicative state of mind(being).
It's even made me realize why I'm alone.
By the time anyone reads this, my evening of printing hell will be over. I'm working on a large job that requires no thought, and I'm mindlessly undulating to , refilling paper trays and getting paid an inordinate amount for doing so. Before the night is through, I'll have gone through and again my CD collection, and I'll have completed possibly half of what I had set out to do this evening...but all will be good. I have confidence now that all WILL in fact be good.
Is good enough?
Only time will tell. It seems to have a short-term glimmer that's appealing, but it's impossible to tell what the future holds, if anything, on this path. Maybe I can ride out the intoxicating rush that comes with change for long enough to get a clearer picture, but in the meantime, I'm taking my newfound purpose and running...all the way to the bank.
There are a few out there that I may never see again, but wish to thank. Because of the anonymity of the circumstances under which I met them, and the further anonymity of the medium, I'm not going to single any of them out. I have a feeling you all know who you are.
Well, duty calls...time to make the donuts. Should this be my last entry, sorry for the crazy mood-shift with no analysis...but rest assured...all is under control....MY control...and all is in good hands.
VERY good.
Oedgar
Sweet berries ready for two
Ghosts are no different than you
Ghosts are now waiting for you
Are you
Sweet berries ready for two
Ghosts are no different than you
Ghosts are now waiting for you
Are you dreaming?
Dreaming the night
Dreaming, all right
Do we
Do we know
When we fly
When we
When we go
Til we die
In relation to how I was feeling a month ago, I'm ecstatic. I have a new job, or more accurately, I got my old job back. It's more like...oldJob+. And it's certainly that. I've realized that what I do for a living the primary dynamic in my life...it's what drives the waves of my life. If controlled, it has the ultimate potential to change my life for the better, and this career move is without question a positive one. Not only is it better for me financially, it's put me in a calmer, more reflective or contemplicative state of mind(being).
It's even made me realize why I'm alone.
By the time anyone reads this, my evening of printing hell will be over. I'm working on a large job that requires no thought, and I'm mindlessly undulating to , refilling paper trays and getting paid an inordinate amount for doing so. Before the night is through, I'll have gone through and again my CD collection, and I'll have completed possibly half of what I had set out to do this evening...but all will be good. I have confidence now that all WILL in fact be good.
Is good enough?
Only time will tell. It seems to have a short-term glimmer that's appealing, but it's impossible to tell what the future holds, if anything, on this path. Maybe I can ride out the intoxicating rush that comes with change for long enough to get a clearer picture, but in the meantime, I'm taking my newfound purpose and running...all the way to the bank.
There are a few out there that I may never see again, but wish to thank. Because of the anonymity of the circumstances under which I met them, and the further anonymity of the medium, I'm not going to single any of them out. I have a feeling you all know who you are.
Well, duty calls...time to make the donuts. Should this be my last entry, sorry for the crazy mood-shift with no analysis...but rest assured...all is under control....MY control...and all is in good hands.
VERY good.
Oedgar
Sweet berries ready for two
Ghosts are no different than you
Ghosts are now waiting for you
Are you
Sweet berries ready for two
Ghosts are no different than you
Ghosts are now waiting for you
Are you dreaming?
Dreaming the night
Dreaming, all right
Do we
Do we know
When we fly
When we
When we go
Til we die