So when I started writing a few minutes ago I was writing about some sort of escape from some sort of thing and that escape involved the use of a car. It wasn’t working so instead I’m now writing about this. This also is not working, but sometimes that is the way things go. Still should try to make the best of it.
So it’s a nice day outside but work starts soon. This is an unfortunate predicament to be in (well, it’s not) and unfortunately I must wear it somehow. I do need to do other things, but right now I’m wearing the preparation as that is about to commence. There will be calls, there will be laughed, there will be anger and there will be tears. This is the way that things go on the odd occasion, but also on the even occasion.
There are some sounds and some of those sounds are things that I have no control over. some I do have control over. I imagine that if I could control all sound, then my world would be less of an interesting place. It is good to not control everything. Sometimes it might also be good, now that I think about it. Depends on the situation, I guess.
I think that perhaps I put too much stock and effort into work preparation, even though I put very little into the act. Still, it is something that I like doing as it means that I go in ready and calm and… well, prepared. Rather be prepared than not prepared. Lack of preparation leads to more stress and stress is something that right now I am trying to avoid as much as possible. The job is unfortunately necessary even though it is paying very little. Oh well.
Still, maybe I should go outside right now. Soak up some sunlight. Get on with things. There’s more than thirty minutes before the commencement of the tolerating of assholes and the enjoyment of wonderful people, so who is to say that I can’t just have a short rest outside where the air is nice? Nothing to say that I cannot. Other than that there are other things that I need to do that require my being inside, there is nothing that is currently preventing me from going outside.
I think that I need to think of new things to write about, but maybe that will happen when I work more on getting out of my continual rut of which I seem to be stomping my feet in. I’m huffing and puffing and building up a lot of hot air, but the door is open and I’m refusing to step out. Maybe I’m worried about what lies outside. There are so many possibilities and I don’t feel as though I’m able to explore enough of them. Never enough time to get through everything before I need to do the earning money thing, but then again, there never is enough time for everything.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:34:35
A bit more focused than I hoped. Also mediocre.
Written at home.