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Sometimes the feelings that come from deep in our souls need to be released and allowed to breathe. It's just that time for me. Since I turned 50 last July -- which didn't bother me a bit by the way -- I feel more free -- internally. I focus more on the fact that life is really my one chance to do things right -- or what I think is right for me. So this will be my forum. My opportunity to anonymously express my thoughts and feelings about life, love and my never ending pursuit of happiness.

Friday, December 02, 2005

Ahhhhhhh winter... 12.2.05

It's cold, snowy, windy and dreary. I am not a fan of winter. I almost feel as though the next four months or so will be a waste of time. I just don't do well without the benefit of sunlight and there is so little sunshine in Michigan in the winter.

Work is going well. The "witch" of the office has put in her resignation (finally). Three more short weeks and the woman will be out of my life -- our lives collectively speaking as the whole office has ill feelings toward her. Our director asked if I would consider taking on that position. Hmmmmmmm. Not sure I would be happy there, but will give it consideration anyway.

Heard from TI the other day. He said he is having surgery next week and will be out of the office for 4-6 weeks. He wanted to let me know it would be a while before he got back to me, but that he indeed would when he could. He said it was no big deal -- personal -- and not to ask. My first reaction was worry. Four to six weeks recovery is not insignificant. I actually teared up when I read his note. I can't figure out why I felt such concern so immediately, but then, there is that connection I feel with him that I can't seem to shake. I replied to his email and said "You suck." I told him it hurt that he told me not to ask questions. I said I would worry and told him to take care of himself.
We sent a couple of notes back and forth after that and I relaxed about the whole thing. It may do me good to take a break, so to speak, from our communication. I often wonder why I bother. Well, I know why I bother -- it's because I care. I guess the real question is: what is he thinking and am I setting myself up for real disappointment someday when it becomes clear that we will never meet again? Perish the thought.

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