I was feeling somewhat disgruntled, dejected, down, and even (but have I ever been?) depressed on my walk downtown on the way into work today.  First, it’s freezing almost (36 degrees F.).  Second, management hasn’t offered even a ‘good job’ on my successful project management (this, in a venue where projects are never completed 100% on time).  Third, well, third can only be understood by the lonely.

Anyway, wrestling with  such self-analysis on passage down a side street, I suddenly reached an insight and blurted out: “Fuck it.  I’ve got plenty of nothing!”  And with that, my inner lighthouse beam relit (and how, at sight of this, I imagined, the sirening mermaids at sea did flap their fins in glee).

Then, right then (I swear), I looked up and saw this:

  Oh yeah, baby.

Secret Prayer**

If the muses have the guts to return to me, may the gods help you.

For, thus empowered, I will again try to be the blogger I yearn to be: intrepidly visionary.

    ** dare to share

I’m really feeling pretty silly.   Not embarrassed-silly but willy-silly like a hillbilly who likes to say ‘piccadilly’.   I’m feeling pretty good.  Why?  Does there have to be a ‘why?’ ?   

After a half-year of managing a remote access project for a governmental entity and being under the gun to achieve daily, weekly, monthly, and a total project quota, the project roll-out yesterday expired with an blowout 101.4% measure of completion.  What does that mean for me?  One aspect of my existence has just become considerably less stressful (at least until the next project) and somewhat more, otherwise in the workplace, devotable (though I’d never speak of the workplace and invoke the word ‘free’).

That’s all.