Joy is having a really, REALLY great idea for an article in response to something someone at work said about something else I wrote a couple weeks ago.
Sorrow is realizing that it’s gonna take hours to write and do a decent job on and I really, REALLY don’t have the time.
Joy is realizing that anyone at work actually reads this crap.
Sorrow is realizing that anyone at work actually reads this crap.
Joy is observing the indifference with which my brain is already off on a story line and hook for writing that really great idea. Joy? Sorrow? Whatever! I’m working on this, I’ll get back to you…
Sorrow is realizing that the brain will probably get back to me at about 02:13 AM and then not let me get back to sleep.
When I heard that life was all about finding balance, I don’t think this is necessarily what they were talking about.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 