A Break from Report Writing
How does a writer articulately describe what she's feeling in the middle of a workday with piled up deliverables and very little time? I'll probably be going around in circles on this one but I suppose writing more and more about will help me excavate what needs to be let out. Sometimes I wish I can write a bit more transparently. But I can't. Not yet.
It's our afternoon break and the clouds are pregnant with rain. They said that there will be a thunderstorm these next couple of days. Not that I'm looking forward to it but what I am looking forward to really is the rain. Pouring down and hearing the droplets pitter-patter on the roof. The whole quietness it cloaks the world and how everything seems to just slow down in unison. I'd go out for coffee but I don't want to really run into a lot of people right now. There are so many things in my mind. So many questions about the workplace dynamics. So many unanswered questions about relationships, directions and protocols.
How does one really survive a place like this?
I have been reading Stephen Covey's 8th Habit and it's been giving me a few insights. That's if I don't fall asleep in between. My reading rhythm has slowed down just as well but I'm fighting the decrease in momentum by writing something down right now. Still it's tiring. I am tired. Exhausted. And what tires me out the most is the very little progress and the running around in circles.
Somewhere in between all this, I'm planning for a trip to London hopefully by next year. I have to see the world. Looking at pictures and possible organizations to visit. I'm trying to respond to this desire of really finding out more about the intersections of art and business or even art and faith. I suppose it's because I live in this crux that always remains unnamed. To find anything that resonates with me in this space of in between is really a piece of heaven.