The week from hell turned into yet another exhausting week followed by the ULTIMATE week from hell. The crappy thing is that these weeks from hell are all caused by work. I know that there are a great deal of things that I can’t complain about when it comes to my job (16 weeks holiday a year for a start), but jeez the bags around my eyes are becoming a burden to carry. I’m not even going to waste more time moaning about it, I’m just going to look for the silver linings. The good things about hanging around in one place for this long is at the end of this year I am eligible for a sabbatical I realised. So when I have some energy I’m going to give that some good long thought. In the meantime I’m going to try and conserve what little I have left for next week, the week after that and the one after that. 21 days and counting folks. Meanwhile, here’s a poem:
A way of Being
Through waves of exhaustion
eyes are drawn to bright shiny things.
Tales of full moon aggressions wane.
Saints and sinners blend into one.
Passion requires an energy that cannot be sparked.
Put life on hold till the bags can fade away
and summer’s rich glow replenishes wasted stock.
Copyright, 2007. Verilion