W Teaches Me about Mister Jones and Me...
Just now something happened that flipped the switch of the day. As in, just this second. The blogger window was already open to talk about how conflicted I feel lately. It's as if every turn fuels the never-balanced and never-ending scale of pros and cons - the internal dialog of what is important and what is worthy of my drive and passion. It can propel you into oblivion with the constant running of how it could be better or how you need to improve upon what isn't enough in life - the money, the geography, the accolades, the benefits... Then I heard that W died this weekend. W died after retirement. Not enough retirement. W was feisty, strong-willed, argumentative at times, passionate, determined, and old-fashioned. She fought and won. She fought and lost. She got on my fucking nerves from time-to-time and made my job really hard. W was a nice person that I didn't like to work with sometimes. W deserved more time. When W died I was a still in limbo about a po