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Life has been strange lately. I don't know why I say that, but it feels strange. It doesn't feel real. Am I really about to embark upon my twenty third year on this earth? Life has been so beautiful and wonderful. I know that I've not had a difficult life, but it's not been the cream of the crop, either. But life just seems so easy. I look around and see all these people that I'm surrounded with daily that are struggling with life and can't help but ask myself how I was so blessed with a family that I love and they love me back and with friends that are dear to my heart. Perhaps it's all perspective. Maybe I am looking through my rose colored glasses.
Isn't it funny that after time, you look back and don't remember the hurt and the pain that some events caused you?
It's the first day of spring and I am hoping that winter does not return for nine months. I hate winter. I wish there were some way to eliminate it.
I've been in meetings all week long. And, I've loved it. They've been meetings about how we can change our company and make it more profitable and efficient. It's so funny because I used to live for problems and how to go about solving them. And for five years, I wasn't part of any of that. I forgot I had a voice and am allowed to use it now. I'm just sad because I know next week, it will be back to work. BUT, maybe it will restore some enthusiasm in my job. I hope, I hope, I hope.
I CAN NOT WAIT UNTIL VEGAS AND SAN FRANCISCO.
I WILL have my picture made here.
I do not care what Jamison says, I will go to Haight Ashbury. I read an article in Playboy about the summer of love (1967) and how all the hippies flocked to the Haight Ashbury area and lived for the whole summer with all these ideals of peace. Then acid happened and drugs became a real problem and people had bad trips and went crazy. BUT, they had a starting point, they just weren't able to finish it. I wish we could establish peace in this world. But, I suppose one could argue that without conflict, life would not exist. Imagine that.
Isn't it funny that after time, you look back and don't remember the hurt and the pain that some events caused you?
It's the first day of spring and I am hoping that winter does not return for nine months. I hate winter. I wish there were some way to eliminate it.
I've been in meetings all week long. And, I've loved it. They've been meetings about how we can change our company and make it more profitable and efficient. It's so funny because I used to live for problems and how to go about solving them. And for five years, I wasn't part of any of that. I forgot I had a voice and am allowed to use it now. I'm just sad because I know next week, it will be back to work. BUT, maybe it will restore some enthusiasm in my job. I hope, I hope, I hope.
I CAN NOT WAIT UNTIL VEGAS AND SAN FRANCISCO.
I WILL have my picture made here.
I do not care what Jamison says, I will go to Haight Ashbury. I read an article in Playboy about the summer of love (1967) and how all the hippies flocked to the Haight Ashbury area and lived for the whole summer with all these ideals of peace. Then acid happened and drugs became a real problem and people had bad trips and went crazy. BUT, they had a starting point, they just weren't able to finish it. I wish we could establish peace in this world. But, I suppose one could argue that without conflict, life would not exist. Imagine that.