The Small Object of Desire asked me if I was excited about a big work's project finally coming on stream. I confessed I was not. Puzzled, she asked why not. She thought I'd be relishing the challenge and the opportunities to get a pile of problems finally sorted. And so I should be.
But I'm bored with it.
It took ten years to get off the ground and this preparatory stage, which should have been two or three months tops is nearing it's first anniversary with every final end in sight being just an ephemeral dream.
If this project were Sim City I'd be at the stage now where I'd be fighting the urge to introduce an influenza epidemic to town.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Ruinning out of steam
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Maybe she was teasing you. I often do it to MTL.
Time to run off and join a circus perhaps?
...you could be a lion tamer? Or trapeze artist?
Sx
Maybe you just need a holiday.
This is a great posting I have read. I like your article.
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