When The Dust Settles

"Destroying and constructing are of equal importance, we must have souls for the one and souls for the other."

Three stages of demolition. Three panoramas taken from one relative point.

Act 01 >> It's 4:54 on Friday afternoon and the receptionist at my office just came by my desk with a tray full of strawberry daiquiri's. Can you believe that, daiquiri's? I of course took one, and then owned up to the fact, I have a pretty cush job. I won't apologize.


Act 02 >> I don't make as many things as I used to. But I guess the projects are just getting longer, and more real. Are the stakes higher? I'm not sure. Are they as fun? In some regards, more. In others, less. But the learning curve is higher, which makes it interesting. A professor of mine once told me to never start a sentence with "I think..." or "I feel...", he said "you're the one writing, it should go unsaid that what you are writing is what you think or feel." I think I agree with that. I mean, I agree with that. But what if I don't and I just think I do. I only mention it because originally I had started out by saying, "I feel like I don't make as many things"

Act o3 >> Things I keep telling myself: you're surroundings don't define you, you define your surrounds. Don't take yourself so seriously, if it's not fun it's not worth it. Quit over thinking, you'll never get anything done. I have a hard time listening. Again, the receptionist with round two of the Friday Daiquiri happy hour...Please excuse me, I'll be driving off into the sunset now.