We are all water and blood--nothing about us is static so why try to fit ourselves into jobs which become boxes which become traps. That urge to move or change or become is natural and it is hard to remember that...
WIngs and Bones,
Willow~
Thursday, 6 September 2007
Water
On Tuesday a friend took me to a brook about 45 minutes away from Burlington. The air was warm enough for wading, but not quite warm enough for full submersion. Racing back in time for work, I realized how much my job contributes to my misery instead of to my contentedness or even simply my monetary gain. If it is not making one happy, why continue to do it? Isn't life too short--that is what the proverb says.
We are all water and blood--nothing about us is static so why try to fit ourselves into jobs which become boxes which become traps. That urge to move or change or become is natural and it is hard to remember that...
WIngs and Bones,
Willow~
We are all water and blood--nothing about us is static so why try to fit ourselves into jobs which become boxes which become traps. That urge to move or change or become is natural and it is hard to remember that...
WIngs and Bones,
Willow~
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