It's Monday again, and I am far from settled enough to be going back to work. It's been a good week off, but six days just feels far from adequate to recover from sixteen in the field. Even just thinking about it right now makes me antsy and a little angry, put-upon in some strange parralel universe.
My challenge for this shift is going to be presence and focus. I guess I feel a little bit better prepared to settle in than before last shift, but not much. I am caught between my need to just be where I'm at and my need to set it aside, go to work with a clean mind.
"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz..."
About Me
- Me, I'm holding out hope for a zombie attack
- “What are you, life? A silent theater of Chinese shadows, a chain of dreams, a charlatan’s store? Or a gift of unrequited love---that’s all that is intended for me? What about happiness? Ingrate, you’re alive, you weep love strive fall and that’s not enough? What?...Not enough? Oh, is that so? There isn’t anything else.”--Tatyana Tolstaya
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