Someone asked me today "are you getting restless?" I answered no right away, No. Well those right away answers may sometimes be right, but, and I know this is so unlike me, I thought about it a little more. that question was right on, but I didn't even realize it. I am not restless with my job. I am restless with my living situation. I am sick of living out here secluded from my life; secluded from my office; secluded from my aspirations. I have 6 am meetings almost every morning. By the time I am done with those meetings, I am basically stuck here. I can not or, will not, at that point get up and drive/train to my office in SF. So I am stuck in this hole of an apartment for the rest of the day's work. It sucks to work here.
And that isn't even really the point. I have made a decision to move somewhere else. I am biding time. I am seldom good at that particular venture. Decision has been made, time to go.
I am restless because I am sick of living here and am ready to move on.
Ok, now that I have realized that, I can assimilate with it and make it a livable situation. It is no longer a creature lurking behind me that others can see, but I just couldn't catch a glimps. I got you now!
good are friends when need arises;
good is contentment with just what one has;
good is merit when life is at an end,
and good is the abandoning of all suffering.
And that isn't even really the point. I have made a decision to move somewhere else. I am biding time. I am seldom good at that particular venture. Decision has been made, time to go.
I am restless because I am sick of living here and am ready to move on.
Ok, now that I have realized that, I can assimilate with it and make it a livable situation. It is no longer a creature lurking behind me that others can see, but I just couldn't catch a glimps. I got you now!
good are friends when need arises;
good is contentment with just what one has;
good is merit when life is at an end,
and good is the abandoning of all suffering.
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