Traveling backwards in time to repeat mistakes

I am one of those guys, one of those few, rare guys back from the age of the dinosaurs, I am surprise I still exist.

There is a story here, unfortunately they bought out the movie rights so enough of my weekly entertainment I will just rip it off from several different biographies and paste them together and call it my life.

Even though my tale is a hell of a lot more interesting I do not reveal the details so I will not lose the respect of my peers.

I was a writer, once.  I woven together dark tales and poems of black depth.  I believe then I was more creative my dark passenger was my muse and as I banish her from my life I lose my creativity making way for this mundane dibble i dare to post.

Think really hard, because this is going to be tough, hidden within this obvious absurdity is a simplistic riddle woven amongst a play on words that no one but myself will get.

~J

Book of J: Chapter 46: Ytin Asni Eht Gnil Eef

1 Earning my respect
      lowering my guard for you
           bowing to no one

2 indecisions go
      complicating certainties
           nothing in my way

3 intertwining fates
      vortex swallowing my soul
           nowhere, no one to turn to
                I will rise again

End of a good weekend birth of a Great Week

I have concluded this evening with a Cap'n VV (Captain Morgan with a splash of vanilla vodka).

Normally I do not drink alone, however I made an exception tonight to toast a brand new week.

Monday is my day, since it is despised by the masses I claimed it for myself.

I am not going to post about last week, as the warmth of the rum fills my essence the events of the previous week fades away into a distant dream making way for a blank slate to be filled with a positive outlook on the week ahead.

Although things may seem in a state of chaos, there is always an order, a grand plan.

One just needs to sort out the shattered pieces and find the masterpiece hidden within.

Once again the past has become a part of my mantle forged into a solid badge of armor making me stronger than I was the week before.

and this chapter has not even concluded yet...

~ J

You can't do anything about the length of your life, but you can do something about its width and depth.

       - Shira Tehrani

Book of J: Chapter 32: Autumn of Spring

1 Spring opens a gate
      never give in to a fate
           oh my thirst abate

            2   introducing dawn
                    twilight's destiny spawn
                         serenity's pawn

3 etch my heart of stone
      ubiquitous mind atone
           quietly alone

Questioning answers

I had a very progressive week which has concluded into a tribunal session.

I wish I can get into details of this past week but since the Internet has turned into a not-so-private venue I am sure someone will come across this post and put the pieces together.

I can only speak for myself.

My position as supervisor has changed exponentially since I officially started in September of 2010.

It has taken me beyond the borders of the four walls at tech HQ and into a fast pace environment of information technology.

Keeping up with it has put my morality to a hard test, bending it to such a point that I am questioning the validity of what surrounds me.

One of my ways to remain grounded is to count on a close friend to confide in. Unfortunately being in AZ has put a strain of distance on my to closest friends back in FL. I am finding it increasingly difficult maintain the level of communication I need to confide in or be the one for them to turn to as well.

Fortunately Karma has provided me a friend I can trust here in AZ that I feel comfortable being open with as they do with me.

On many levels this has been quite a stressful week, one filled with dozens of twists and such a shocking cliff hanger that even I cannot wait to see how the following week will turn out. And I am certain the conclusion of this coming week will end in a......

~ J

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