i find i am becoming used to the manner in which life changes more than it remains the same for me.
i can’t say i enjoy it all the time, but i am becoming comfortable with it. or perhaps simply less affected by it. no longer willing to suffer for the process of distinguishing one circumstance from another.
things are changing. i do not know yet how they are changing, but i can feel it coming.
i remember when that feeling…
as i was typing this, i was asked to join a meeting in progress.
i did so.
in that meeting, i was informed that my services were no longer needed.
they did not deign to tell me why.
i am to be paid through the end of the week. that is all.
never let it be said i do not tire of being right.
but with that said, this too, shall pass. and i will survive.
that is all.