Circuit Overload
All of our lines are busy now... please try your call again later Of late, I have begun to envision myself lying prostrate on the floor, as flat as can be. Sometimes the vision is a relief, because if I am flat enough on the floor, then everything flying around me, aimed for me, won't hit me. Sometimes the vision is scary, because it feels like I deflated and am nothing more than an area rug for people to step on without really noticing. All the joy in life is gone. I go through the motions hour by hour, day by day, all the while, trying to muster up the fascade of emotion to match the action, and am sure I often fall short. I get up every morning. The alarm goes off and the process of a day begins. I go to work every day. There are bill that are forever in need of payment. The mysteries that once were a motivation are now handled by rote and moved on from without deeper consideration. That that was my recharge, my "do because I want to do, do because it is the right thing