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Work is hard (hence, the name).
Especially, the kind that I do. It makes me want to do things like drink white wine and buy shoes. It's a Sex and the City type job. Writing, on the other hand, makes me want to sleep, watch movies, and wear jeans and Ug boots every day.
Giant sigh.
Just for today, I can be tired from work.
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Hang in there, sweet soul. People are inspired by the torch you carry and, at some point, this will be the gift you are known for. Apparently right now your angelic duty is to be an antidote for some cosmic imbalance where you work. When the student is ready- the teacher will come: we just don't always know who is the teacher and who is the student - or when we're both. Congratulations on the job - to both you and your employer. Know peace and enjoy your wisdom!
OX et pax,
Karl
Posted by Karl | May 26, 2008 11:59 AM