I read this post earlier today and since it resonates with how I have been feeling lately about work, craft and creating something lasting, I decided to post it here: These are the words and the stories I hear in the Brooklyn Bridge: enthusiasm, audacity, impossibility, and amazement. More importantly, I see a work of [...]
Am I really just a “working stiff” who wants to simply produce something good and well crafted?
I feel like I am wandering around in a fog. I don’t know where I am, I don’t know where I’m going, and for the last few months, I can’t really recall where I’ve been.
“when this is over, I’ll be able to…If I can just make it to this day, then it will all be over.” I just have to keep telling myself that this part will indeed be over soon, if only I see it through.
I’ve been having trouble sleeping the last few days, so I’ve been jotting down things just to get them off of my mind.
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These are notes on various bits of my life and other interestingness that I stumble across.
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A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle
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