Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Wellness for the win

When you're furtling along the flying pages of your calendar there are moments of grey, black, blue, gold or white. 

I hit a gold patch, lots of positive feedback for work well done. It was gratifying. It's a gold patch I'll hug tight like a hot water bottle when the pages go more grey, blue or black. 

Sometimes work feels like a nighttime drive along an arterial road. You're alone, vulnerable, yet making progress—and you may experience a moment that later makes you smile.


UPDATE: The next day I hit a blue patch and had to hug on tight to the gold.

Thank fuck for past Mikey. He always looks out for future me. 

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