Running to stand-still.
Yes, a song from U2’s Joshua Tree CD but also an apt description of my life in China. Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, and charging heedlessly and headlessly between them is a harried Stevo.
Life pitches its share of curve balls. I am facing an uncertain future in a country that I am not a resident of. Yes, there are possibilities, but there is a chasm between possibilities and reality. Existence can be difficult when you are dependent on a visa (for two more years – 5 years of marriage is needed before Stevo and Mrs. Stevo’s union can bear the healthy child known as a Green Card.)
I was A-Number-1, top of the heap. Now - not so much.
Worrying about jobs and visas while doing my job: Trying to wrap up the term while keeping both the school and my team happy, and trying to control my temper to a point where homicide isn’t contemplated.
In a word, exhaustion. I’m tired. Really tired. When I’m not at work I retreat to Azeroth and kill Alliance minions. It’s mindless fun, and not the least bit productive. I have plenty of new photo gear and not the least bit of inclination to use it. I want to shoot, but would rather watch South Park and eat scrambled eggs. There’s a list of articles I want to write, but I’d rather read textsfromlastnight.com and laugh at the silliness.
As Paddy recently said: My mojo is gone. Exhaustion, my friends, has killed my muse. Okay, maybe not killed her, just placed her in a semi-conscious state. If Paddy is experiencing it perhaps it’s something in the blogosphere’s collective unconscious? Maybe it’s not just me, but some insidious plot by the Freemasons to control the blogosphere? Google, on behalf of the Bilderburg Group, is transmitting low-frequency sound waves via our PCs that render self-absorbed blogger-types unable to write? Stranger things have happened. I know a country that elected a less-than-intelligent president. Twice.
I’d like to hibernate, a bear in an air-conditioned den. Rest. Recuperation. Caffeine does not recharge batteries. Maybe a little time away will see both the batteries of me and my muse recharged.
So, friends, pardon my responses to your comments (or lack there of), or posting of new and interesting tidbits. I apologize for not visiting your blogs. I would, but find myself forgetting little things.
Two more weeks. I can do it, that’s not in doubt. Doing it and not requiring convalescence is my goal. Bear with me.
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