From Santigold…
I was craving those words this morning when I was on my bike, cycling through my city’s street, emotional from a tumultuous week at the office. Never before in my life have I lost sleep over work. Anxious work dreams, yes, but never have I wakened in the middle of the night fraught with anxiety over the job. All those who were dismissed in one fail swoop, the momentum and progress of two years worth of work, and the uncertainty of the FUTURE STATE made that one night miserable.
I am trying my hardest to quit pouring more negative ju-ju into the already sour Kool-Aid. I’m trying to feel good, be thankful, look forward to what might be next. But what really might be next?