I walked out of therapy on Monday with my winter coat buttoned to the wrong buttons. Like the top button on the left side was attached to the button hole one down on the right side. And so on. Few things can make you look like a sad sack as much as zipping around completely unaware that your buttons and holes don't match up. It's like you're trying to put on this great show of being perfectly together and the whole world knows you're uneven.
I found this wonderful birthday card that says: "May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into the clouds above." Isn't that wonderful?
It's employee eval time again. I'm sleeping, eating, living evals. I hate them. But it's the only thing that matters, 24/7, until Thursday night, when I will be getting a massage to celebrate the end of review season.
Oh! Love that card saying. :-)
ReplyDeleteIs it wrong to find your tragic coat incident cute? I'm such an evil person am I?
ReplyDeleteHang in there! *hugging-fest*
That's a very cinematic image: walking out of a therapy session more disordered than when you entered...
ReplyDeleteI love the birthday card - that's the one that I would give myself. I hope it comes true for me soon. I feel such a pull to the mountains. That card is certainly more relevant to what's inside me than all the racing car and sail boat cards I grew up with (ah... parental expectations!)
Evals... ugh... I cannot bear being forced to dismantle my transcendent whole to find pieces of me that fit through those arbitrarily shaped holes. I want no part of management ever again. I aspire to being unmanageable. In fact, I am now unbuttoning my shirt and redoing it with the buttons and holes differently aligned.
May the anarchy commence
My buttons so seldom find their holes ... I'm glad there's another one of us loose out there.
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