Passion, I lacked. Passion, I have now found. A new company. Almost ready to cut the threads to the other. The job I have juggled and responsibilities that were often fruitless while hours of work for mine awaited me. My company has gone from 0 mph to 60. And I sit, in awe at all.… [Read more…]
I hear one of the company’s partners hitting his desk, his ritual when he erupts in laughter or anger, but the banging strengthens, closing in from all directions. Construction perhaps? Perplexed and indifferent, I am too intent on satisfying my afternoon coffee cravings. “Attainingme, Attainingme …..get….. get out here.” My colleague’s sputtered screams. The words… [Read more…]
I am loving Mead’s words posted below. (Excerpts taken from “The Secret to Being Insanely Creative” by Johnathan Mead.) You are already an artist. You don’t have to create exquisite sculptures or breathtaking sonnets. You’re creating all the time simply by being alive. Every decision you make, every time you move, breathe, or speak you are creating. In fact,… [Read more…]
Written December 19th flying back to New York: This is where I was a year ago. I know what happens next, because I have been here before. The difference is only that this time, I am only uneasy, not scared. When history repeats itself, there is a common source. “The teacher comes when the student… [Read more…]
I drove home. The words in my mind sprinting, poetic. If only I could regurgitate them precisely here. I feel full. Satisfied. Leaving Starbucks with a completion, satiated not only from my sugar-free, non-fat, extra foam latte, but deep within. I want to go home and run to my dog, kiss him, hug him. I… [Read more…]
October 29, 2009
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