I'd give anything not to have the desire to write today... My mind wants to wander. I'd rather stroll up the street examing the flowers and beckoning to the sun to come and be my friend to play with me. I scold myself for lingering too long in bed and writing instead of getting dressed and going out to look for gold earrings that my sister wanted for her birthday. I can find them online, but it's hard to buy something expensive if you don't know what it looks like.
I should have bought a computer with a webcam...that way, I wouldn't have to struggle and surf the net for pictures to post.
I think about work and sometimes I wonder, why I am still there. I feel tortured. Like my efforts there are useless, like I cannot make an impact on the community where healthcare is concerned, nor an impression on my peers. Both, have definately influenced me. I've resolvedn to become stronger spiritually and emotionally and not to let another human being rattle me.
That's a hard call.
I often say that I'm tired when I'm fed up and frustrated.
I'm somewhat tired. But, not so much with my job as with myself. You can't expect too much from an employer. All they think about is money. Employers.
My boss, I think is not well. Something is definately ailing her but, that is none of my business. Self serving, uncaring. I've never met anyone quite like her. I wonder if it is wise to continue to work under someone who cares so little about her staff? In a way, I feel as though I am wasting my time there. But, I cannot gauge what that means, "wasting my time". What else could I be doing there?
If that's the case, then I'm always wasting my time.
Writing just seems like an important part of my being. Telling the truth. As I see it. It's sort of like my eldest son's gay identity...but, maybe not as deeply ingrained. It's not something that you can wash off and just keep on moving, like it wasn't there in the first place.
It's raining again today...I can no longer hide behind my words. I no longer wish to. That's interesting.
I've just made a new discovery about myself...Thanks for listening.
I should have bought a computer with a webcam...that way, I wouldn't have to struggle and surf the net for pictures to post.
I think about work and sometimes I wonder, why I am still there. I feel tortured. Like my efforts there are useless, like I cannot make an impact on the community where healthcare is concerned, nor an impression on my peers. Both, have definately influenced me. I've resolvedn to become stronger spiritually and emotionally and not to let another human being rattle me.
That's a hard call.
I often say that I'm tired when I'm fed up and frustrated.
I'm somewhat tired. But, not so much with my job as with myself. You can't expect too much from an employer. All they think about is money. Employers.
My boss, I think is not well. Something is definately ailing her but, that is none of my business. Self serving, uncaring. I've never met anyone quite like her. I wonder if it is wise to continue to work under someone who cares so little about her staff? In a way, I feel as though I am wasting my time there. But, I cannot gauge what that means, "wasting my time". What else could I be doing there?
If that's the case, then I'm always wasting my time.
Writing just seems like an important part of my being. Telling the truth. As I see it. It's sort of like my eldest son's gay identity...but, maybe not as deeply ingrained. It's not something that you can wash off and just keep on moving, like it wasn't there in the first place.
It's raining again today...I can no longer hide behind my words. I no longer wish to. That's interesting.
I've just made a new discovery about myself...Thanks for listening.
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