The list is growing, interrupted with drop this and do that, and even asap gets lost in the mix.
The spreadsheet is really pretty, colorful — but the wrong colors, the unfinished colors: outstanding.
The phone rings. The email dings. Notifications. Alerts. Now. Now. Now. Save this. Send that. Print this. Order that.
And the wax drips as the flame flicks from exacerbated exhalations. Growing tendrils, unpredictable and consistent, undeterred by the chaos that fuels its growth. A perk of a perk, the lantern isn’t necessary for light or heat, and the candle isn’t even scented. It is momentary meditation, procrastination.
100 words. Feedback appreciated. This is a life-inspired piece. I am so very – albeit happily – busy at work. It is thrilling and terrifying. This is year two so I feel confident with repeating responsibilities, and constantly second-guess myself on new areas. I’m doing more, I’m learning more, I’m loving it more, and ohmygoodness I can’t breathe. I don’t work from home, but if I did, I think I’d like something like this to look at while I wonder what to do first.
Do you love your job, but sometimes wonder if it isn’t too much? What story comes to mind when you see that picture? Join in! Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog link-up based on a photo prompt. The Challenge – write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle, and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) The Key – make every word count.
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