I’m being all self-indulgent and presenting one of my own this week. I’m no poet, so please go easy on me.
postEst lin
L(f
r
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dom?)
aid(f
ear
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f
It isn’t as bad as it seems. I was working my last Thursday shift ever and trying to sort through why it doesn’t bother me so much. I think every time one leaves a job, for whatever reason, there’s a mixture of relief and that “school’s out” feeling that mixes with any doubt or regrets. Folk have been wishing me well, and I appreciate it, but I’ve been feeling a little guilty because (a) it was only part-time and (b) I’m seeing it as the natural transition into whatever comes next. I’m having a very zen time of it, a very unusual calmness about the whole thing.
So anyway, I thought that I’d try to wrap it all up with a little homage to e.e. at work.
Onward.
Poetry Friday is rounded up this week over at In Search of Giants.
Very effective way of showing the two twisted emotions!