Blank slate

I haven't written in a while.  Five minutes ago I had a flowing essay composed, ready to spill out onto the screen in a style so fluid...but now it's a blank slate.

It's been quite a busy time at work the last few months, and we have several deadlines looming as well as an office relocation, a confluence of events that seem impossible to accomplish as they approach.  Somehow we get through it all.  My job, with as much pressure as I think it presents, is really a series of puzzles to be solved with a healthy sprinkling of challenging personalities, all of which need to be managed differently (delicately, brusquely, and all manners in between).  It's not life or death.  It's not that hard.  It's just, at times, a lot of noise.

I just realized that I said pretty much the same thing in a previous post.  Goes to show that it's weighing on my mind and that the stark perspective of measuring daily activities as they relate to life altering decisions is my way of seeking refuge.

Anyway, the ebbing of these deadlines as we complete them, as well as the prospect of a fresh start in a new space next month is having a salubrious effect on my 'tude.  Life is good, and it's Friday.

Charm City is two days away.