Relief

Thank goodness the poetry glitch only lasted for a few minutes. But oh, what a painful few minutes!!!

Withdrawal Pains

Help! My favorite poetry site has crashed--right at the beginning of National Poetry Writing Month (hereafter known as (NaPo)!!!!!!!!!! I can't stand it! How will I post my poems? How will I read my friends' poems????

Oh, the humanity....or something like that.

Please stand by...

Okay, I may be returning to my neglected blog, but first I have to get through National Poetry Writing Month. One poem per day, for thirty days or until insanity takes over.

The whole new age thing...

Okay, maybe it isn't the whole new age thing...I am just thinking about all of the spiritual teachings that I have had that started with "I am grateful for..." everything from prosperity to unmentionables without holes. I have tried to be grateful for all that I have, and all that I am. I really try to thank Creator for all that He (or She) has given me, and allowed me to experience in this lifetime. That said...


I HATE MY JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It isn't that I am not grateful (there is that word again!) for having a steady source of income in these difficult economic times. It's just that in my current position, I feel like the only value I have to give to the work is my manual labor. I am pursuing an MBA, and I spend most of the time doing things that someone with a high school degree and a few weeks of training could do.

I must stop believing these people who promise me more than they can deliver.

Okay, I'm done now.

Willow, off to look for chocolate

"I have nothing clever to say."

Okay, so I am borrowing a line from "Dexter" for my title. And speaking of borrowing, I will take a virtual page from my friend Agatestone's book and try to be a little more positive in my posting tonight:

1. There were absolutely no badgers infiltrating the office today.
2. Both patients we sent to the ER are doing reasonably well.
3. There is some possibility that I will be able to spend a few days in Florida in February, when it is typically cold and quite unappealing in this area of the Mitten.
4. Some of the wildflowers that I sowed earlier in the year, and the folks I hired to cut my lawn accidentally cut down early in their lives, survived and grew to be very beautiful.
5. I am seeing some friends this weekend that I haven't seen in rather a long time.
6. I have discovered, once again (okay maybe I am a slow learner), that sometimes it helps to vent my frustrations instead of pretending everything is okay, and finally
7. I may have a chance to work in a brand new hospital in my area.

That's about it...oh, and I had an exterminator come out and send the yellow jackets inhabiting one of my walls to "yellow jacket heaven," after being assured that no, I could not tame them and make my own honey.

For some reason, even though I am not a strict vegetarian, and I realize that there are some instances in which I have to play "karmamistress" and send invading insects to their just reward, I still feel guilty about it. I still try to catch bugs in a box and put them outside, for instance. But the yellowjackets were way too numerous to deal with myself.

That's about it for tonight. Since I fell asleep during two of my favorite television shows (The Closer and Saving Grace) this week, I'm off to see if I can find them on the 'net.

The Possibilities

Is is possible that we all have some sort of destiny on this Earth that we can follow? Or are some of us destined to flounder around in this existence, always settling on "second best," or "it'll do for now?"

Honestly, I am tired of looking for joy in "the little things," and doing tired affirmations that my life is good and positive. I am stuck in a personal and professional rut, and I am sick to death of pretending otherwise.

I am not looking for pity, but it would be nice to know that someone has has listened to this shout into the universe.

I listen to the thunder in my small section of the world, and I welcome the sound.

Thanks for reading,

Willow

Not Spam

Well, I am back...I really didn't mean to take so much time off, but I haven't had much to say, or at least much that I wanted to share with random Internet users.

Anyway, I finally remembered my password, and got into my account, and went straight to "New Post." Just before the New Post screen popped up, I noticed a message on the main page: "You are not spam."

For some reason, I am inordinately relieved.

Maybe later I will post some pics of my Vision Quest. I got back late Saturday evening, and I am still appreciating the small conveniences of modern life like running water and refrigeration.