back to work

Gearing up to go back to work. Why did it have to get so cold right before I am supposed to go back? I feel entropy of the warm couch. The dishes gathered around the sink watch me evilly. My suitcase still lies open from my trip. I've got to get ready to go back - it's like balancing a checkbook, being ready for work is part of the equation. Am I shallow if what I really want is a whole closet full of new clothes? At least a pair of new pants would be nice. All I ask for is a pair of pants that can go in the washer and don't really need to be ironed that much.

Facing the Difficult

What to do with the challenge that that we feel is taking us away from happiness? How do we meet that knock at our confidence and patience with maturity and kindness? When a situation does seem to take away our happiness do we have the right to complain? I think I could philosophize about patience here, but that's not really what's left at the end of the day. What's left at the end of the day is how I walk away from the problem, deftly sticking it into my pocket like a treasure to be found on another day. What's left at the end of the day is swiftly turning a corner into another reality, like the feeling of when it suddenly begins to rain.