Don't give up, don't let go.
20 minutes to make up for a year:
This job sucks. Most days I have to laugh just to keep from crying. I try not to think too much about it, but have recently come to the conclusion that I have to fight to keep it from ruining me forever. Sounds melodramatic, I know, but I promise you it's not far from the truth. And I like taking personal responsibility. So, if I want a good life, magic, happiness, and the rest, I better start trying to put some of those things in there. Where else will they come from?
Sleep: I've given it over as a bad gig. When have I ever slept well? Not in any written or remembered history. I should be napping now, but I doubt it will make me happier.
Writing will. I have pulled through all the worst times in my life because of writing, and I shouldn't have forgotten about this journal so easily. I've recently started my 15th volume of paper journal, which averages out to about two volumes a year, I think. It's a start. I have a second paper volume going now for fiction and poetry.
Friends: It's hard to have them when you don't have time to see them, but I suppose the internet is good for something besides a time suck. Hey everybody, remember me? I'm sorry I've been gone!
Inspiration: If you happen to be reading this, I'd love some suggestions for interesting films or books that might give me a bit of escape or give me new "goggles" for viewing the everyday slog. I've still got the fight in me, but I could always use more fuel.
This job sucks. Most days I have to laugh just to keep from crying. I try not to think too much about it, but have recently come to the conclusion that I have to fight to keep it from ruining me forever. Sounds melodramatic, I know, but I promise you it's not far from the truth. And I like taking personal responsibility. So, if I want a good life, magic, happiness, and the rest, I better start trying to put some of those things in there. Where else will they come from?
Sleep: I've given it over as a bad gig. When have I ever slept well? Not in any written or remembered history. I should be napping now, but I doubt it will make me happier.
Writing will. I have pulled through all the worst times in my life because of writing, and I shouldn't have forgotten about this journal so easily. I've recently started my 15th volume of paper journal, which averages out to about two volumes a year, I think. It's a start. I have a second paper volume going now for fiction and poetry.
Friends: It's hard to have them when you don't have time to see them, but I suppose the internet is good for something besides a time suck. Hey everybody, remember me? I'm sorry I've been gone!
Inspiration: If you happen to be reading this, I'd love some suggestions for interesting films or books that might give me a bit of escape or give me new "goggles" for viewing the everyday slog. I've still got the fight in me, but I could always use more fuel.