The days are passing
Yes, the days are passing. In that interminably slow but far too fast fashion. The days themselves drag by, but then I look at the date and realize we've been here for nearly three months. Shit! How did that happen?? And I'm still not working? Stress, stress, stress. Let go of the stress, let go of the stress, let go of the stress. It's this cycle that is counterproductive to changing the circumstances, so I'm bobbing between the anxiety of being unemployed and an overcompensating positivity. I'm reading a book by Daniel Pink right now called "To Sell is Human". It points out that selling, whether in the traditional salesman stream of work or otherwise, is now an important part of all of nine out of ten jobs. "Moving people" or "non-sales selling" he calls it. As a fundraiser, my job has, in fact, been selling. I've been very aware of it and have on more than one occasion likened my professional position to that of a used car salesm...