I have no response. I have no hopes. I have nothing to give. Nothing left to offer. What am I even doing with myself? What am I doing with myself? What is this mundane madness? There is no room left to react. Nothing left to do. What am I even doing with my life?
Ideas
It came to me. In the dead of night. These little ideas. Snippets, rather. Not fully formed. Words that long to be written. The darkness wants to be expressed. My scars want to share their story. The desire to express it. Ideas on how. It all came to me. And the path is illuminated. That…
Home
Never did I understand why some people had this strong desire to decorate their house and make it a home. But, I now comprehend what was once nonsense to me. Home is comfort. A place to be free. A place all yours.
Where?
Words of the written variety have always been my solace. Reading is a passion of mine. Writing is an even larger passion. I have always wanted to pursue it. Always. After my car accident, weeks before embarking on an adventure to college, something in me shifted. Words that once flew so quickly and easily, ceased.…
Questioning
In a few weeks, I am travelling to Atlanta, GA, for a work conference. A week long adventure. It is primarily centered around the business and management. I just received my packet today. Inside was a questionnaire. A simple little list. No more than maybe 15 questions. I read it and was forced to pause…
Arguing
Fighting. Bickering. Picking. Yelling. Crying. Arguing. Shouting. Back and forth. Back and forth.
I received a rejection letter.
And it broke my heart a smidgen. I feel minorly discouraged. But I shall take it. Look at it as a learning experience. Adjust. Try again. Right?
I only went silent
As the rage consumed me. How dare you. How dare you. How dare you try to Invade my boundaries. What gave you the impression, The right to try and lay a hand on me? I went silent in rage. Then the venom flew from my mouth As I shouted at you. You have no right.
You are overworked. Thank you, Captain Obvious. Of this, I am aware. But I must overwork myself. It is who I am. You have no life. I know this. And embrace it. You can not comprehend it. I must work. I must work. You do not get it. You are going to have an impact…
Advice from my Assistant Managers for Life
I am the store manager of a multi-million dollar store. I am the boss. I am responsible for 45 people and thousands upon thousands of dollars. I am the youngest manager in my store. (Probably the whole franchise, but who knows?) I have been doing this since I was 21, almost 22. And, if there…
