My job is trying sometimes. It’s one of the reasons I like it. I like the ups and downs; the ebbs and flows; the momentum and adrenaline and the “way to go me!” of the high periods, and the catching up and thinking about what I’ll cook and remembering I have to mail that thing part about the low periods.
I’m in a trying period now. Really trying. I’m so tired I’m afraid to go to bed because when I get there I can’t sleep because of the things that are causing that blackberry to flash its little red light. Don't say it – it IS put away in my purse, but I KNOW it is flashing red.
Tonight, again, I got nothing. I’m just tired. I'm a little dejected and a little blue and that is certainly because I'm tired.
I do have somebody else’s words. His words will be swooping about the atmosphere like a flock of birds in autumn in the next days, and I hate being a joiner-inner. But I’m struck by the idea that in his death, his words are stronger than mine are today. And I’m motivated by that! I'm encouraged in the thought of it. An original mind never dies, does it?
I know I will sleep thinking about that.
Good night world.
(And good night original mind.)
“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” ~Steve Jobs