Come What May

Been a long time since I have made an effort.

I must have picked the right role models which in turn may just be the wrong people to emulate as well.

After five long months of working, my expectations have evolved into something palatable.

Palatable.

I was devastated during the first two months to say the least. Quitting was not far from my mind. Tying a noose above my desk was a frequent thought of comfort even.

As two months of mental conflict and constant urges to flee in manic distress passed, I have come to swallow my pill rather willingly. The job is what it is. I take it as it is. I grow as I can.

Now I want something more.

Here begins another round of panic stricken days ahead.

-conRad-