Because the first day of fall is near...

 

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...and we need some pretty Harvest Moon stuff tonite ~

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMjDc8MJotU

Thanks, Neil

 

 

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The Core Group and Dark Chocolate

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I'm bruised.

Black and blue.

I'm tredding water.

I have been tested until the analytical side of my brain is fried.

And the compassionate part is sluggy.

What the hell did I do to allow people to take advantage of me.

Yet my true core group of key employees are loyal beyond words and demonstrated this today. 
I love them.

When I said that I was truly thinking of retiring,
feeling unworthy of my leadership position,
this core group rushed in to tell me that I'm not allowed to leave -

that they not only want me but need me in the driver's seat.

 

It's nice to be wanted and needed. 
I think most of want to be wanted.

But too often in this world, we don't dare express our vunerabilities,
our authenticity (oh forbid, that could make us look 'weak') that allows people

that give a shit to FLOOD us with all the love, support, gratitude, back-patting,

hugs and a jar of dark chocolate and almond goodies that says "we care" and

"we want YOU here with us". 

Those expressions and the DARK chocolate sealed it for me.

 

I'm going back to work tomorrow -
to that core group of people that mean so much to me.

 

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Happy Easter ~

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on Girls Who Read

 

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“Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so goddamned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life of which I spoke at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being told. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. Or, perhaps, stay and save my life.”
— Charles Warnke

 

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Typical Gemini

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The Story People

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How did he know me so well?

Thank you, Brian Andreas

 

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...the first day of Spring, 2013

 

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