Doodle: Conform


Some of us are internally conflicted about restrictions placed on our very freedoms. Indeed it has been an assault on ideologies that fundamental to the founding of this place. All in the name of safety and preservation of life. Have we given up too much? It is yet to be seen.

Doodle: Open


So most things are opening very soon here. We are supposed to be more free to do things we haven’t done for a whole year, but still take as many precautions. We are being coaxed out of the deep holes we burrowed ourselves into for safety. ‘Come out and get some sunshine’ they say. We may very well have forgotten how.

Doodle : If you can’t stand the heat


I chose to live close to the beach because I love it and it was supposed to be cooler. Then I found this amazing apartment without central air conditioning but my landlord said it would be fine. ‘Ocean breeze’ he said in an effort to quell my fears. This past weekend I almost succumbed to the first heat wave. Well maybe I am being a little dramatic, by that I mean I just lay on the couch and binge watched movies while being blasted by two cheap drug store box fans. It was just too hot to move.

So where is this ocean breeze I was promised?

Doodle : Validation

So I have a very serious complaint.

My colleague, yes that same one, tells me every chance he gets, what a pleasure it is to work with me. Everyday he is happy to come to work, because he sees the great strides we are taking to make things better in our department. How every idea I present is worth looking into. How all my grievances matter. I matter. ‘You are great at your job’ he says. ‘And we have the best team in this place and you are their leader.’ I agree with him every time. And though I appreciate this positive supportive energy, I am tired of it. I would like to have just one day where I am just okay, may even mediocre. I think I would like that. So this is the final draft I am sending to the human resources department.

Under the type of complaint, unsolicited validation.

Doodle: Perspective

So today I had a very brief and interesting conversation with my tax guy. I was quite elated about my refund, so I was in a chipper mood. He on the other hand was happy but very tired. Off course this season is his busiest, but he went on to explain about the sleepless nights thinking about all the tax returns he had to prepare each day. I had a thought and I shared it. ‘Maybe it is the way you are looking at it,’ I said. ‘Instead of focusing the amount of work pending, focus on the amount of money you are making.’ I continued. I told him that didn’t inspire a good night’s sleep, I didn’t know what would. He promised to try. Will it work? I guess I will find out next year.