In the fairly long time that I have been away from writing anything but work-related emails, in this past year, I think I have grown.
From being the glitzy heart bouncing on your formal sleeve, from being the brash child begging to please, from being the mantelpiece holding your trophies, from being the mediocre foil to your superiority.
I see that now, of course, in the dead seriousness of everything.
I no longer cry blatantly, publicly; making a bid for your precious time, your burgeoning responsibilities, your super-hero efficiencies, your perfectly divided loyalties, your measured amiabilities, your calculated appreciation. The time for that is past.
I see that now, of course, inthedeadseriousnessofeverything.
