Not a Job

I was shortlisted for a reasonably important Thing. I did not go further. Having now cycled through the Seven Stages of Poetic Grief, I’m fine about it. There is too much else to worry about right now anyway. My life is shortly due to explode in a very specific and wonderful way. That’s absolutely something to look forward to.

I was a bit lost last night. This morning things are a lot better, and a PHENOMENAL amount of new work has gotten done. The learning process is working. I don’t procrastinate now nearly as much as I did. Mentally, the changes made to what’s done as stimulation is really beginning to reap rewards. I am very happy.

Yes, the black hole inside me remains constant and often insidious, but I am learning to defy its gravity. Now all I need to do is have a proper tidy up.

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