It’s easy to forget I’m not flying solo. I get so busy moving forward that I forget all the people around me, the ones who support me. The same goes for God. When I start a new project or have a new direction to head, I can get caught up in it. God? Who’s that? My prayer life and Bible reading dwindle away to nothingness.
Work Life
Evolution: Do or Die Time
If you don’t evolve, you die. The vultures and buzzards and all the other carrion birds will come to pick off the remains. It’s a simple rule, really, easy to learn, easy to live by. Evolve. Change. Transform. Do or die. Do, or be eaten, swallowed whole, by the adaptable ones.
Eggs in a Basket
“Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.”
The Day Runs Away
Some days, the day runs away with you. A bandit, a thief, a villain. You’re carried off, blindfolded and gagged. Where did the day go? How did it put you in a black bag thrown over its shoulder?
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Time is running out. Time is running out.
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Everything is unfamiliar. Where on earth did the day take you in its mad dash? How do you find your way back when everything is strange, alien?
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For that matter, how do you get out of these bonds? They’re starting to chafe the ankles and wrists. Every move, a little more skin lost to wherever and whatever place this is.
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This is not what you signed up for.
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You calm down, note the details. This place isn’t all that foreign. You know it; it’s simply been altered by a lack of sleep and mounting worry, a to-do list that never seems to end. One thing crossed off, and two more jump to take its place.
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Time is running out.
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Focus. You know this place. You’ve been here before. Time isn’t original. It can’t make off with you to places of its own creation. It can only warp what already is. A time-warp, if you prefer. Something having to do with space, time, some sort of continuum.
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You stretch, realize you have the means to escape. A rock that’s started to send shooting pains into your hip bone, a pocketknife—where else?—in your pocket. A spoon and hourglass.
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Time really should pay more attention if it intends to run away with the day, you.
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You escape the ropes, grab the spoon glinting in the moonlight, and tip-toe behind Time. One jab, and it falls apart. You measure it, spoonful by spoonful, into the hourglass. Time has run out.
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It’s time to go. Time is running out, and you’ve got better things to do than let it run away with the day or you.
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Perfect and Late or Good and on Time?
I was posed the question, “Do you prefer perfect and late or good and on time?” It’s a standard interview question, but it gave me pause. I wondered at my response.
Get out of the Emotional Sandbox
emotional sandbox: (n) an overreaction to external stimuli that points to a deeper and larger issue than the surface one