Wednesday, March 25, 2009


Work is beginning to get to me. The insular and nomadic lifestyle leaves me feeling out at sea. I could go by a day without speaking to a single person. And that, can be very lonely.

I suspect not having an actual office space to call my own exacerbates the situation. It’s almost as if there is no acknowledgement of my existence. And that, is scary.

Feeling blue, lost, and lonely. And that, may be a blessing in disguise.

For sometimes, we have to be lost to find ourselves.

1 comment:

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

I'm sorry to lern that yu ar down.
I'm goin to hav a pawty on my blog this weekend to sellybrate my 500th post :@} wud yu come by? I'm shor it will mayke yu smile :@}

Festivitys kik off tomorro at noon UK time an larst till midnite Sunday.
If yu kno eny, leev sum jokes in the comments sekshun ov Friday's post fer evrywun.
Weel be havin cayke, ginger beer, scooby snaks an a serprize speshul gest..........
Pleez come it won't be the sayme wivowt yu!

Bob TB