Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Frantically I attend to the administration of my life. Wow, administration, keeping it all together. My soul wants to float in the clouds, drink in the light reflecting off trees, and feel the love of my family. The pressure of the low-cost producers in the information systems global economy are beating down against me like the deluge of storms we’ve had the last few days here in Southern California. In China, I’m told, they don’t even factor in the labor cost. I want to dream, life wants me awake producing. Face forward, embrace, and do. And look up and see the light on trees.