i thought i had lost yet another friend of mine for good.
persistent i was in looking,
and finally i found.
a long conversation led me to understand everything has been the same.
good stuff! (my new catch phrase)
today my venture to school for reference letters proved a success.
i was only hoping to find two of my profs at school,
and there they were, all three of them, in the places i looked.
everything went well.
holiday...i'm supposedly on holiday...ya right.
yesterday even when i was real tired i kept reading...
the above sentence proves the authors point.
tired, but kept going.
'has it occurred to you how often we talk about our fatigue? i sometimes have the feeling that if i don't tell my friends how tired i am they will doubt i am doing anything worthwhile. try telling someone that you feel great, that you are at the top of your game, that you've never been better. the chances are that they will suspect that you're putting them on...that you lack sincerity.'
'how did we get to a day when stress and fatigue are almost a badge of success?'
in the 'older days' the author writes, people did get tire, but they didn't constantly complain of the exhaustion we hear about today.
not shocking,
and so?
i'll have to find out when i continue to read...
why sleep when i can read