To be emotional is to be visible
she wants to be visible
instead of emotional
when she is ignored and
the men whisper in her presence
she gets emotional
want her invisible
they see her and
only listen long enough
to try and steal what can’t be stolen
tired of feeling lost. tired of feeling. The days are so long working or not working. and I don’t know what I’m doing. I want to disappear into something but there is no where to disappear. and I don’t want to disappear, i want to be worth while. I want something other than this gaping nothing that I’m feeling. Like “the nothing” from The Never Ending Story feels real in my head and I feel like the Rock Giant sitting in the storm staring at my hands “They look like big, good, strong hands, don’t they? I always thought that’s what they were…I failed…the nothing will be here any minute. I’ll just sit here and let it take me away too. They look like big, good, strong hands, don’t they?”
House sold. I don’t live there anymore. Transition with dogs not as hard as I expected, though I’m just doing the basics right now: food, water, toilet. I feel that part of me feels at a loss and the other part is putting in work for us. I feel as if I’m on the other side of the major depression and have felt that way for awhile even though I still feel as though I don’t have a direction, I do feel like the “any action that moves me out of this hole” is a good action and direction.
I think some sort of Dev Ops, data science, info sec is the way to go. but not sure what that looks like or how to get there. Going to try for Cyber Security Analyst cert. next.
I said the thing today in a couple of interviews. Couldn’t say it without tearing up but reeled it back in I think.
I no longer know what to do. I would say confused but I’m not really confused. I know I don’t yet have a job. I no longer understand job descriptions based on the feedback I’ve gotten about why I am not moved forward in the hiring process. So, I’m not real sure what to do since what I’ve been doing has not resulted in a job. I have no clue and there’s nothing confusing about that.
What do you do when you can’t do the thing you love, the thing that you know the most about?
I’m still not employed and I’m not sure I know why or what else I can do besides the thing that I am doing.
I have lost everything.
“Rejection is the sand in the oyster, the irritant that ultimately produces the pearl.” ~Burke Wilkinson
The thing is not every oyster irritated by sand will make a pearl and not all pearls are the same.
The optimist in me understands the nature of irritants. Irritants are challenges to be met; changes to my world that I might not voluntarily make but which can lead to my growth and expansion. Opportunities can be created by irritants.
The Skeptic in me knows that one doesn’t always get pearls. Sometimes the most one can get is to get rid of the irritant; just be done with it instead of continuing the irritation. Irritants can be dealt with in various ways; some of those ways may indeed result in pearls. The Cynic is wary of pearls. But then all I’m left with is the irritant without the optimistic joy of possibilities and pearls.
I suppose the issue is that when I’m feeling cynical, I don’t care about pearls; I’m wrapped in the horror of the sand. The downside of that thinking is that maybe I miss the opportunity to work on my pearl making.
scared…there’s stuff to do that; things that aren’t hard. There’s just this feeling of needing to do everything right or everything falls apart. That’s my fear. I just need to do what needs to be done. i don’t have to do it perfect.
Khaleesi and them dragons though!