Life


I’ll never understand how you can be so patient with me. So forgiving, so able to put up with my shit.

Love can sometimes be defined by an undefinable action. I don’t know why you do what you do. It must be love.

I am a walking tornado against the sea. And I love the shore our life creates between us, for us. I hope we can walk hand in hand across our worlds for a bit longer. Just a bit longer to know someone holds my hand across the sea.

For See

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J.C.C.

And then there was me

It’s been a rough few weeks. We got told that our team is being disbanded and that I’ve basically been training my replacements. I help build this team for the past five and a half years and I started this blog when I took my first graveyard shift here.


If it weren’t for this job HarsH ReaLiTy would never have been born.


The stress is almost palpable at work and I am hoping there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I’ve brought that stress home and wasn’t even able to enjoy my daughter’s birthday fully… I’ll have to make it up to her, them…


But of course my “suffering” is small in comparison to the pain, hate, and hurt around the world… in my country. So instead of adding to the noise I simply dimmed my voice for a few weeks. I took a breath and I think we all need to do that.

I went hiking, wrote, and day dreamed about Game of Thrones. I mean how does that arrow not kill the dragon and why did she take her dragon with a frontal attack in that battle? Why wouldn’t you swipe the line with fire… duh. Amateur.

The world needs the average day, needs the bloggers of the world. We need the entertainment and relief from all the “important” matters shoved down our throats daily.

Keep blogging and be safe out there.

-OM

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@smokendust