I find nothing more depressing than optimism. Paul Fussell
My staff just told me I've never looked so happy. Now that’s a thought. At my current state, nothing could be more illogical.
Do I really look like someone who can give those sunshiny Colgate models a run for their money with my supposedly cheerful countenance? I REALLY wonder.
I have put up with fits of dissatisfaction and, yes, wretchedness (not self-inflicted, i believe). All because I promise to be happy with whatever falls upon me.
But gosh. Did they dump a heap on my platter! To think that I felt I already had more than my share.
So okay. I just took a deep breath, recited my all-time favorite mantra (haha) and hoped that everything would still be well. What else could I do???
And reality is sinking in fast. So first things first. Obviously, the added load meant I had to labor plotting my revised - and ever-mounting – timelines and identified to-dos. Now, anyone in my line of work knows how horrendous the remaining unidentified tasks could get. Anyway...when I saw what I did, I felt nothing…nothing like I what felt before. Suffice it to say that when January 2005 comes, I will have to constantly remind myself that breathing is not supposed to require conscious effort. Go figure.
Will it really be THAT BAD?
At the moment, I lose myself in my calendar, coloring December 21 with all the shades of the rAinBow. There is always sunshine after the rain, after all. No matter what. ;->
