December 2010
The claustrophobia resonated in my bones while driving to you. There are too many ghosts living there for my comfort or courage to handle. I gave the dog some rawhide that I bought and petted him, but it was mechanical. I wasn’t there. I don’t even remember taking the letters from you. I don’t think I even looked at you. My heart trailed behind me when I left, looking for the past. I know this is...
What are you working on? →
If someone asks you that, are you excited to tell them the answer?
I hope so. If not, you’re wasting away.
No matter what your job is, no matter where you work, there’s a way to create a project (on your own, on weekends if necessary), where the excitement is palpable, where something that might make a difference is right around the corner.
Hurry, go do that.