breathe

i don't know that now is the time to start a new job. i only know that if something seems right, a door opens, i'm inclined to walk through it.

i love words, live for words. it is only fitting then, that i find my way to a job where words are my staple. we'll see what happens.

one door can lead to another. and i'm ready for this. so ready.

trying to manage allergies, which are brutal. we've been having these disucssions at work and i'm not the only one is battling a headload full of shifting crap. this weekend is more daytime hours, the coming week, mornings. i wouldn't mind a set schedule, and this new gig would be wonderful.

i figure, it doesn't hurt to apply.

i've essentially alienated myself from everyone. i have to. it's a means of survival at this point. mountains of laundry, all with my name on them, and work relatively soon.

time to get up, or at least get up for a moment to throw a load in before work.

the tasks line up, but i'm grateful they present themselves in some order that alleviates some of the need for me to think them through.

just do the next thing.

that is how i move from moment to moment. just the next thing.

and breathe.