Lying on my side in my bed, in my newly painted bedroom, I look into the small bathroom that must have once been a closet. The wall is a soothing, dark periwinkle blue, the exact color of the long purple shadows on the snow in the picture of Thorn and Frost leaping through the 24 inches that fell the January I moved to Charlottesville. The picture
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2. I must cut loose from this job I have, the security it gives me--because the cost to me is too great, the soul drain and the creative suppression, the sheer number of hours spent trying to make the hours go faster, the in-company political maneuvering that makes me bitter and makes my bite my tongue, the incessant Thou Shalt Cover Thy Ass commandment. But I must be able to pay my bills, stand on my own, keep on keeping on (which isn't enough, I want to move toward better, not just survival). This is exactly where I am right now, and it's terrifying. So, yes, courage. And moving one careful step at a time ( ... )
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