Letting go works when you think you are in trouble, but when it begins to look better, you want to cling again. Or so I found yesterday when fortunes swept me from the shitter back to better ground. Chance. Accident. Fate. Whatever. Now I must determine where I will set my foot again. Or should I step at all? * * * * *
Christmas went as planned, everyone exchanging presents--earth shoes and crockpots and books about living closer to nature--and everyone was happy. Another week passed, and it was a new year. The Nixon Whitehouse was a shambles. Following the resignation of Spiro Agnew, Gerald Ford had been confirmed Vice President of the United States of America. Once again, the Miami Dolphins were in the Super Bowl. And O.J. Simpson became the first running back ever to run for over 2,000 yards in a single season. It seemed to me that I was standing on the precipice of history. Anything could happen.
great blog, great images
ReplyDeleteI guess I'm still in trouble...letting go sounds better and better to me. But 'anything could happen'. ;)
ReplyDeleteJane, Thank you very much. I went to your site and return the compliment times two. Your work is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteR, Quit it. I can't keep up. By the way, I flopped again, too. Yesterday put me back to the "clinging" stage. Who knows?
Hmmmm. I hemmed and hawed about commenting on this post. Cause my comment kept coming out so negative sounding ... it was like
ReplyDelete: don't be foolish! nothing has changed from yesterday, let go, let go, the Fates are playing with you . the nasty gods are teasing you with what appears to be signs of "better." don't believe it! walk away -- hold on and let go :
but I didn't.
Hey! I quit another job yesterday. Well I was an Independent Contractor on a merger project I worked my ass off to get -- didn't like how one of the Chairmans' had started to talk and treat me. He sent me a message that I got while working my other job -- and decided it was best to end the relationship -- so I used my blackberry to tell him so. It was a good night. I feel like a pile of stones has been removed from my backpack.
I've been shopped for a book. a poem book. I'm excited and sick to my stomach. The manuscript is currently with an Editor. A tiny small press. Nothing big. Really. Only the thought makes me feel like such a fraud.
Sigh.
I'm going to use your things for a series -- please post at least 7 of them. I need to write something everyday for 7 days.
L, I'm afraid I let you down today. But I have more "things" to photograph. You are very brave to quit a job right now. I'm afraid I've made myself a wage slave. And I am foolish. I can't help it.
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ReplyDeleteO' mystic thing
you keep such yellow secrets
How many cocks revealed
to your white, porcelain face,
like a good whore
always open for business.