Weekends are no longer a break from work. Right now I feel them as a preview of what is next to me in a few weeks. They are just a beautiful piece of present, an example of my dream workdays. I woke up early, cooked delicious, took notes, listened to records, and now I am writing.
Leaving my current job has a funeral feeling since they gave me a last day. There is mourning around and everyone has this condolence look when they see me. I believe is just good intentions and that is good, but come on people, I'm alive!
However, I have to admit that I've been a distant observant. I'm like those ghosts from the movies, walking around their own funeral. Yes, my corporate self is death.
Everything is back to reality. I wouldn't be adding numbers to my 401K, but I am enjoying all the emotions this thing is bringing. I am like kid conscious about being a kid. I am looking at every point of my life and I have a cushion where I sit every morning and close my eyes.
This is good.
Comments (1)
ser conciente de ese tipo de cosas es realmente extraño... creo que vos mismo lo leíste, parece un estado universal el que nos cobija por estos días....
Por bosque de pinos | February 21, 2009 10:08 AM
el February 21, 2009 10:08