And it begins again. Another work week. Isn’t it great? I know I’m starting to look at it in a more positive light. For instance as soon as it begins I’m closer to it ending. Well that wasn’t a very positive statement to begin this but it’s the truth from my experience in the last few years.
Sir, behind you, RUN.
Photo by Mike Hartley
I always wondered how some organizations seemed to kill the spirit of people. Now that I’ve seen that happen to others I can certainly understand their reasoning and logic. Not that I’m buying into that. I take a lot of pride in what I do because I respect myself. I don’t care what any company I’ve worked or will work for that matter does. Its my own pride and respect that keeps me going.
Plus I’ve found that returning to some of my root interest provides a nice balance. Most of the work I do that pays the bills is rather technical. Though not totally without creativity it’s not art or writing or photography. Its funny now in the 5 years I’ve been doing this blog is about the same time where my focus in work and enjoyment has changed.
Some of it is coincidence. Some of it by design on both parties part. And I think its working out for both of us fine.
What you can, when you can. I didn’t have a chance to go outside for that blood moon last night and I knew today was booked so I took a quick snap on the way home. The shake is because it was COLD. Found that piece of farming in the foreground. I should have gotten down on the ground and taken the moon through that. But it was COLD.
Moon this morning around 6:40am just before sunrise.
Photo by Mike Hartley
Random Thoughts of the Day
I’ve read some inspiring and great words today. I’ve read some disappointing and hateful words today. I worry about the lack of tolerance and listening. I’m also worrying the non violent message is getting lost.
There are few better feelings than being able to help your children.
We haven’t even gotten into prime season and I’m already cursing potholes.
I used to disagree with the phrase you can’t fix stupid. But I think once you pass a certain age it becomes true.
Tomorrow is a special day for me. I’ll write about it if I get or make a few minutes to share.
