A List of Irrational Fears

Yesterday morning I gave a two weeks notice at work. I don’t have another job lined up. I am not even going to look until end of August. I didn’t have to resign – in a way.

I don’t have a good story to tell or any particularly noble aspirations. I’m just taking a break.

While this sounds exciting and luxurious, it’s also, as I’ve said before, scary and unsettling.

In the following ways.

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In Between

A month ago, I resigned from the job that brought me out to the Bay Area.

It’s OK, I started a new one this week, closer to the City.

It was a right decision.  It was the time to leave.  It was past the time. Continue reading “In Between”

A Path of Destruction

I am hungry for closeness, emotional and physical.  I am hungry, but it’s OK.  This is a lean time, a time to fast.  I subsist on the breadcrumbs I pick here and there.

And here you show up with what appears like food.  It smells nice.  It looks nice.  It’s so close, I can feel the warmth and can’t resist taking a bite: it’s tasty.

But I know it’s poison.  And you know that, too.  How can you not?

Stories are Monsters. Part 3 (of 3).

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This is Part 3 about haunting stories. Links to the beginning: Part 1, Part 2.

Part 3.  The family story

On a Sunday morning, I call Mom on Skype.  She is babysitting nephew.  Several days prior, I called for Mom’s birthday, from work, Skype on my cell; the connection was bad, and then it broke and I went back to work.

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