My best friend reminds me of Eeyeore. Sensitive, dear, but gloomy.
Not 10 days ago, he was worried because he didn't think he was getting the important assignments at work. It made him feel vulnerable, as though he was the next logical candidate for a layoff.
Today he shot me a quick email, describing himself as "crazed" and "drowning" because he has four concurrent clients.
I love him more than my next breath, but he does exasperate me at times because I don't think he will allow himself contentment.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
I have a colleague who seems to have the same disposition.
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