Making it Work
Survival work requires your entire life.
But in the gaps, perhaps over a freshly corked bottle, while the game is on silent on a late Friday afternoon, I begin to over cherish the earlier minutes of life.
Then, a primal urge rushes forward and the need to recreate the good ol’ days dominates my thinking.
When this romantic delusion causes me to slip, it is a sign that I am over-leveraged trying to live at a pace that I can’t keep up with.
While there are many methods to remedy this situation, there is one old-fashioned move that seems to be the most potent:
Light a candle,
and wait for that
fugitive soul to
crawl back into its seat.