they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Saturday, November 06, 2010


i haven't been sleeping. it's like my body shot right back to the anxiety-ridden mass of matter it was two years ago. a year ago. for a year.

and eating is hard, too.
i have no appetite. at all. not even for the braised snails at extra virgin.
or the grilled bread with ricotta.

but i do have more optimism this time.
mostly because my time at barkley has been edifying. i've made some great friends. i've grown my portfolio. i've proven to myself that i can do things i wasn't sure i could do before i started there.

and now, i must prove to myself that i can go through the job search again. that i can do the whole 'unemployed' thing again.

because last time it nearly killed me, i vow for this time to be better.

less soul killing.

but for now, i must get through the next 7 weeks.


  • At 10:39 PM, Anonymous PlazaJen said…

    One foot in front of the other... and even more people in your corner. Try to do deep-centering-breathing when it feels at its highest. See you soon.


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