Concorde crashed shortly after takeoff in France today. It seems to have disturbed me. After hearing it over the phone on Sunday. Seems in the week before this morning's crash I had heard or read about the craft two or three times. It was on my mind. My brow keeps furrowing. Those poor people.
I don't quite know what to do. I have that restless-not-that-happy thing going on. It's work. Nothing serious, not real life just work stuff you know? No, no. I know. I have some goals I need to achieve before I move on. I am not very good at sticking to something that's work. By that, I mean, pure slog. No Joy. I love working hard, find it really satisfying IF i have joy in what I am doing. It's been sucked from my very marrow. Drained from my bones. I need to just put my head down and do it until the New Year. To prove to myself I can do the things I know I can do. Need the tangible evidence that will help my confidence in walking into another play and doing this all again. What I can't understand is, why i have less confidence 6 months into this job than I did after graduation. Bit rambly.
Not really writing sense so I will stop. Buck up mish. The 10th isn't THAT far away. right?