So, I say, talking to you, who obviously went here to read something. How do you, I begin, looking away, sighing, and glancing back at you before I look down; how do you recharge your fount? You know--regain the life, the enthusiasm, the wonder, the itch, the secret giggle, whatever.
You lean back on your chair and sigh. You're about to confess uselessness in a mumble but I stop you with a raised palm.
Say you're all worn out from thinking through a project--not just thinking of--thinking through: you came up with it, it was promising, you pulled off two-thirds, you're half-dead, and it's not yet perfect, but your boss wants more, ahh, refinements...and there is another project slated after this one. What do you do? So you won't get fired, so you'd keep the image of a go-getter creative.
You're not answering.
I don't need stares.
I need ideas.
I'm drying up here.
2 comments:
well, right now i am bored out of my mind, so i can't relate. i miss stress. stress, come to me!
A quick getaway to sleep always does wonders. :-)
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