Chill

My last boss at JCPenney would rant and rave constantly about this and that, did you do this? why not? did you do that? why not? One day I had all I could take. I said, Chill out. You would of thought I had confronted the Pope about the divinity of Mary. It was the beginning of my end with JCPenney.

I need to chill. I am taking the social media thing way too seriously. I am becoming the one I so despised.
It is not an enjoyable experience. It is a job. A drudgery. The answer may well be the getting away for awhile. Not the twenty-one day thing, but a mind set, a getting away emotionally and mentally that causes such consternation from being basically ignored.

Go forth and produce some work worthy of adoration. Take pen or pad and write some poetry and essay worthy of publication. This off the top of the head and shoot from the hip stuff is worthy of the can.
Take the time. Print it the best way. Frame it the best way. Place it in the gallery.

---Today is Wednesday, the 5th day of Feb. Clothes in the wash, dishes in the wash. Floors next. Animals fed. I will go with Melanie to her dermatologist appointment in Gainesville at noon today. She has a growth on her big toe nail that is either fungus or cancerous. They will biopsy it. Looking like rain today with an overcast sky.