The Giants are world series champions. The job transition has been bumpy and unexpectedly taxing despite efforts at putting the most comprehensive knowledge transfer document my bosses have seen. Half man ended the volunteer duties this morning at band review event hosted by Cal High with the usual grumpiness forcing me to quit while I was enjoying the jazz competitions. And life spins on.
The girl valiantly tries to inspire long distance conversations. I try to keep up my daily miles on the treadmill while the number of documents I need to read on what it takes to keep me useful in my new job keep piling up un-perused. And life spins on.
Gotta settle down and prioritize. What's more important? My health or my work? My old job or my new new? Why don't I find it as easy to just drop the old as others? My team tugs at my heartstrings and my family pulls at my consciousness. It could well be that if I don't do anything, things will fall into place. Naturally. Or by force of gravity. Gravity of the situational kind. Not Newtonian.
