As most
As most can probably tell, i'm having a better week. I have some help, and the edge has been taken off. I have caught hell at work, mostly due to the fact that i have a job with a ton of responsibility, one that causes me to make gigantic judgement calls in a second. The life of children can be on the line, and therefore the stress can be tremendous. i get migraines. i complain, but parts of my job i love, and could not do anything else. This attitude of mine, that comes through in my poems, is mostly art. I am looking forward to the holidays, the smells, the extra days off, the sleep, my wife and the presents, the family, the pets, so many things to be thankful for. A good mood i am in, life is worth living this week, even though that past month has been the worst. A new year will be welcomed.