Deep breath deep breath deep breath...
A minute ago I was reading an article on The Walrus web-site and planning my journalistic 'career'.
One had little to do with the other. They were just two separate tracks my mind was on.
I was listing the things I need and want to do in my head when I felt an eruption of rage from somewhere deep in my skull. This wasn't mild frustration. It was break-things-with-hands fury. I spun away from the computer because I wanted to break the monitor with the keyboard and away from the desk because I wanted to sweep everything off it and into the cubicle wall.
I ended the swivel with my back to the screen, my hands on my knees and my heart in my throat.
There's just too damn much to do before I die.
One had little to do with the other. They were just two separate tracks my mind was on.
I was listing the things I need and want to do in my head when I felt an eruption of rage from somewhere deep in my skull. This wasn't mild frustration. It was break-things-with-hands fury. I spun away from the computer because I wanted to break the monitor with the keyboard and away from the desk because I wanted to sweep everything off it and into the cubicle wall.
I ended the swivel with my back to the screen, my hands on my knees and my heart in my throat.
There's just too damn much to do before I die.
It's true. There is a lot to do before you die. It's a good think you're ONLY IN YOUR TWENTIES!!
Relax. Breathe. It will come.
Posted by
Jeromy Lloyd |
Friday, May 19, 2006 12:32:00 a.m.