A babble of nonsense

Have just finished facilitating some big (for ~135+ hopefully-thinking adults) workshop, and overseen a 2-day Learning Fest where we brought in supposedly skilled profs to share theories and strategies. By right, I should be feeling ecstatic. Plus the fact that I am flying off tomorrow with 15 monkeys to wintry ozzie land, I should be feeling excited. In any case, there should be positivity.

But the fact is, these few days had been cruel. The feeling is down down down down down. Never felt quite as low in my job before. Started to think a little more than just seriously about alternatives. It's not just because I've stepped on some willy nilly foxy tail and it's now getting ready to go out to get me (maybe I am imagining the snarl, but an woman's instinct can be scary); it's also all that subsequent (some-say-time-wasting) thinking about ideals and rights-wrongs and then getting upset over it; plus that self-doubt, and that wave of disillusion sweeping in like the infectious bird flu, killing one after another, happily spreading amonst ppl in the institution, plus other 'undescribales-unpinnables'. A potent cocktail offered at happy hour rates. Drink all you can.

The mind is a powerful tool. Think positive, good will prevail (though we dunno how long that'd take). Think negative, doom will befall (and we can bet a dime this will take shorter).

Sometimes the body is strong, the soul is weak. And sometimes the neurons are so tangled, it's probably a better idea to leave them alone. To think less is to gain more.