pieces of life

march six, two thousand eleven years after something important

hey!

can i be honest?

too late.

so, i’ve been working 50ish hours a week the past few months. to what can this experience be compared? to a leech that sucks blood? doesn’t leviticus tell us that “the life of any creature is in its blood”?

my blood is tired; i’m an introvert. too much blah-work shrivels me up inside. i’m on autopilot.

BUT (and that’s a big but) i am not without hope! springtime is around the corner and behind that big pile of snow, so before you or i know it we’ll be opening our doors to april, and the temperature between the inside of the house and the outside of the house will be unnoticeable — this is cause for celebration!

i’m moving towards finding work that makes me come alive. because what the world needs is not people who ask what the world needs, but people who have come alive, and simply by being full of life give the world what it needs.

every day is a winding road. charlie sheen might be a winner, but all the losers get a crown.