We will make it through, somehow

March rolls around. Another quarter winding down and our financial report is….dismal. We’re a sinking ship. One amongst a swarming sea of sinking ships.

Dear Doom-sayer,

I want to slap you. I want to put a shiny piece of duct tape across your mouth and walk away. I’m not blind to you, but you are under-cutting all of the work I’m doing and you are in danger of impairing my ability to work and be happy. It’s only by firmly recognizing that I am part of the wheel and being honest with friends, that I’m keeping you from making my throat catch with anxiety and my brain freeze to inaction.

Point 2: You’re EVERYwhere, and change is slowly being made. I applaud that. I don’t know how you can be so productive and yet so fearful. So… let’s compromise. Please don’t take offense when I stop spending real amounts of time with you. Maybe “It’s not you, it’s me.”

I reject your reality and insert my own.

Because, Donut Holes.

“You may say I’m a Dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I’m hoping someday you’ll join us, and the world will live as One.”

-John Lennon

(Who starts a post with NIN and ends it with John Lennon, anyway?!)


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