"There's no sentimental value to the roast that fell on your floor.
There's no fundamental excuse for the granted I'm taken for..."
-"Wake Up" by Alanis Morissette
Recovery: Traveling always takes something out of me lately and I need time to recoup my energy and get my strength back. But for some reason this last trip to Atlanta really did a number on me. I'm struggling to concentrate today and with the lack of concentration comes listlessness. I don't want to do anything, nothing appeals to me, and curling up into a ball sounds good right about now (though not productive). I made it through my work e-mail but found myself alternately rubbing my head to ward off the headache that seemed to want to form, and frowning in anger at what I was reading. E-mail should not have the power to elicit such anger out of me, but I find I'm losing my patience with the actions of others, especially when those actions are unnecessary and designed to be harmful.
Crossroads: I'm at one right now and struggling to figure out which direction I want to go in. Each choice will have heavy ramifications, for me and for my family...
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